Archive of Our Own

It starts with one mission gone wrong, a head injury and one very concussed Geto Suguru.

Head trauma, that's what Shoko had said, making those stupid swish-swash hand motions that made zero sense to Gojo. What he gleaned off it that there was only so much RCT could do to help out Geto's current situation, and that for at least a few days he would be experiencing memory loss to some degree.

To Gojo, this was another thing to be irritated about, apart from the fact he was already irrationally upset that he wasn't there to stop Geto from being knocked out in the first place. Even though two special grades on a mission together was overkill and realistically they haven't been going on duo missions since they graduated.

Still, Gojo was allowed to sulk a little bit now that he knew Geto was fine, watching him slowly stir awake and adjust to his surroundings. That didn't entirely quell the pang of anger and worry that still simmered somewhere in the back of his mind, thoughts of meddling higher ups who might just have done this on purpose to impose some kind of punishment on Gojo any way they can. Tch.

After all, it wasn't a matter of secret what Geto meant to him.

Despite his mistrust and very rightful rage, he grins at bleary brown eyes that try to blink open and squeeze shut under the bright lights of Shoko's clinic. Readying himself to tease Geto for getting his ass beat by some measly curse, then pausing.

If Geto did not remember anything, that wouldn't really have the desired outcome of his irritated scowl. Which sucked, to be honest.

It was a little worrisome— the prospect of Geto not remembering him, but Gojo was sure he'd be back to full working memory in no time. Shoko wouldn't cut corners by lying to him about how bad it was and she said he would recover soon enough. Besides, Geto was strong and reliable, he trusted him to come back just as stubborn as before.

So, Gojo was just going to have to explain to him a few things until then.

He brushes a hand over Geto's bangs, smoothening a palm over his forehead and receives no protest. In fact Geto reacts like he always has, relaxing a little and looking at Gojo with lidded eyes, lips a little parted like he wasn't really expecting the sweetness of the gesture. Cheeks reddening like he enjoyed how gentle Gojo was being. Cute.

It was a little infuriating, that they were just friends. Geto would have been the perfect boyfriend, but honestly they just weren't going to cross that line of whatever he got going on for Geto. Which was fine, because things were fine like it is and Gojo wasn't going to do something stupid like think about it and mess it up.

Not the point really.

He was prepared to answer any questions Geto had, starting from 'who am I?' to 'why do your eyes look like that?' but nothing could have prepared him for Geto's actual words.

"How long have we been married?"

Gojo stares at his best friend of ten years. His best friend Geto Suguru, of ten years. Wondering how on earth had he come to that fucking conclusion mere moments after waking up an amnesiac.

"Dude, what?"

"We must be married right?" Geto frowns, clearly judging by how Gojo had clearly stayed up at his bedside all night and looking pointedly at how Gojo was just caressing his forehead before he'd snatched his hand away. All the right context but the wrong information and Gojo can't fathom how far away Geto had come to conclude it. "...Am I wrong?"

"Well, yeah." Gojo says, looking bewildered. "Extremely wrong actually, what exactly do you even know Suguru?"

Geto jolts a little at that, sitting upright before Gojo could at least help steady him, his dark hair falling a little over his face as he stares with some recognition. "That's me right? Suguru?"

Well it was good to know the guy at least remembered his name, even though he'd just insinuated that him and Gojo were married— which was the furthest thing from the whole truth. Gojo was still wrapping his head around it. Geto takes the few moments he's stunned silent to really look at Gojo, his whole demeanor softening like he's assessed Gojo to be someone he can relax around.

"Satoru."

Gojo feels his cheeks heat up, the way Geto had said it unintentionally. Rolling his tongue around the syllables like it's the first time he'd discovered how to say Gojo's name. He looked surprised too, mouthing it again like it came naturally to him.

This really wasn't how it was supposed to go.

"I remember you, a little." Geto says. "Satoru."

"That's me, don't wear it out." Gojo sighs, scratching the back of his head, clipped nails running over his undercut in an effort to ground himself quickly "Shoko said you might not remember some stuff, but I wasn't really expecting this."

Of course, the only medical professional was of no help at all. He coaxes Geto to explain to her what he was feeling, a little warm under the collar because the guy hadn't taken his eyes of off Gojo since he woke up. Geto's explanation was that Gojo felt familiar, that it just made sense for him to be there and he felt at ease just looking at Gojo. Which was a lot of vulnerability and sugary words from someone like Geto who had to be pried apart to talk about his feelings normally. Gojo jolts when Geto reaches out to take his hand unconsciously, nothing that would usually startle him because it wasn't uncommon to them.

Warm, sturdy fingers cradle his own as they always have, and Gojo is just—

Lost. Confused? a little gratified if he was allowed to be smug. In his defense Geto remembered absolutely nothing, but was still comforted by Gojo's presence. It was just nice to have a kind of unexpected confirmation, even if he already did know all about it. Years ago, after everything that had happened with Toji, the star plasma cult and her— he'd almost lost Geto his own mind once, maybe forever if not by a slim chance intervention. Gojo had almost lost his best friend, felt them drift so far away from each other but he'd caught up and now even without an inkling of his own memories Geto remembered him as someone he could trust in any circumstance.

Ignoring the fact he thinks they're married, which was kind of absurd and untrue. Geto would find out soon anyway.

So he lets Geto squeeze his hand and intertwine their fingers, something oddly clingy but an action done like he wasn't holding anything back. Gojo tries to explain all of this to the only medical professional he cared to place his trust on and he shouldn't really, because she sucked. All Shoko does is laugh at him for a long time, telling Gojo to take Geto home and sort it out himself. Which wasn't helpful at all actually, waiting this out didn't seem ideal. As much as he thought it was cute how lost Geto looked, he didn't want Geto to feel so out of the loop and helpless if anything else could be done.

Home wasn't any better, because all Geto knew at this point was Gojo's given name, how to use his cursed technique and nothing more. Gojo's questioning had told him that much, and Geto wasn't totally familiar with the intricate workings of jujutsu society or even the time he spent studying in jujutsu tech, even if he said it was vaguely familiar. There wasn't much point asking further so he ushers Geto in, waving around and explaining their living situation lamely because there was utter silence from the guys end for a little bit. He kept looking around his surroundings like they were something new, which was at least amusing to see.

"So we live together." Geto speaks up finally.

"We do live together, yeah." Gojo answers. "Have been ever since we graduated."

"And we room together?"

He regards the shift in Geto's tone, the raise of an eyebrow and that very pointed look at Gojo. Like he was asking silently, are you sure we aren't married? which—

Sure, it looked a little off to the outsider. Two grown men, almost thirty who aren't seen without each other if they can help it and live together. Not to mention they shared a room, and a bed.

"It's not what you think."

Geto looks at him like Gojo was the one not making sense and he rushes to elaborate "...You sleep better when I'm there, that's all." because Geto gets these odd nightmares and chills which Gojo doesn't want him dealing with alone, and he himself got a little cold without Geto curled up beside him, warm like a furnace and breathing evenly in his sleep.

It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, and something they had always done.

"I believe you." Geto's smile is gentle, too unguarded and it sets his heart off beating faster just because those were his rare kind of smiles "It makes sense, we are married after all."

This again.

What the fuck? Why on earth does Geto keep coming to the same conclusion.

Gojo was pretty sure he would have known if Geto had some kind of deeper, more romantic feelings for him. See, Gojo's own feelings were complicated, because sure Geto was the most important person he had, and he could feel his heart yearn and beat harder at even a glimpse of Geto's face but–

They never really talked about it? Gojo always brushed it aside.

Sure they've woken up sweaty, worked up and rubbing against each other for relief. Gojo's hand inside Geto's briefs, stroking his stupidly big cock and whining when Geto looks at him, hot and concentrated. Geto pushing him onto his stomach, pulling down his briefs and pressing his mouth, his tongue against Gojo's asshole like he's starved for it, until Gojo was drooling into the sheets. They had good chemistry in bed, something they'd found out mildly tipsy and horny back in high school, hands down each other's pants with Gojo panting, kissing Geto's mouth sloppily, whining because he knew exactly how to stroke Gojo's cock just right to have him cum, hot and stick right in his briefs. After that, he couldn't even think about getting off without thinking of Geto's face, the cut of his jawline and the warmth of his mouth and the sound of his groans and stutters.

Sure they fucked around a couple of times, lived together and slept together.

Gojo never considered anyone else other than Geto.

But they weren't married.

Forget married, they aren't even dating. So, Gojo repeats helplessly that Geto had it all wrong, especially when the man starts snooping around their home like he was trying to collect evidence, finding the post-it notes they leave for each other signed with X's and O's on Gojo's end. Pictures of the two of them hanging on the walls, in various settings. Geto in his new jujutsu uniform as an adult ready to teach his first classes and Gojo with his arm swung around his shoulders. That one picture taken of them in high school where Gojo had launched himself into Geto's arms and then been caught and scolded for being careless even though he just laughed it off. It wasn't like Geto wouldn't have caught him anyway.

Things get worse when Geto asks if has a phone, turning on his mobile to the lock-screen— which was a more recent picture of Gojo grinning with fireworks in the back from last new years, showing off his brand new yukata. He didn't really like dressing traditional, but Geto had said it looked really good, eyes lighting up when he'd seen Gojo in it. So, he'd gone wearing it.

"It's just a good pic of me, why wouldn't you have it as a screensaver?" Gojo says like it obvious.

"What's your lock-screen then?"

There's an awkward silence when his own phone lights up to Geto's face, cheek cutely mushed into the pillow in his sleep.

"It's funny." Gojo tries and Geto has that unimpressed look on his face again "Shut up! You have a lot of balls for some guy what woke up remembering nothing"

"Are we dating then?"

"We're best friends."

"Have we slept together?"

"I told you, we sleep together every–"

"No." Geto looks him dead in the eye "I mean, have I fucked you Satoru."

Oh.

Gojo feels his cheeks heat "what makes you think you're the one fucking me huh?"

"Satoru." Geto drawls in that low rich tone that always has him on edge, stoking a fire in him. "Even without remembering a damn thing, I know exactly what I want to do to you. I think that speaks for itself."

Gojo looks away sharply, face burning and red. 

"And since your answer wasn't a direct no, I'm pretty sure I've fucked you many, many times."

It was incredibly annoying, how after waking up barely even knowing his name– Geto was so confident in how much he knew Gojo and their relationship and he was right. Gojo hated it, he hated this smug insufferable bastard who still got him worked up with just a glance and a coy smile. Before he could retort with something though, Geto types in the pass code to open his phone.

"...Wait. You remember your password?"

Geto blinks "0712."

Gojo stares at him quietly at the perplexed, blank look on his face. The weight of it all finally settling on heavy on his chest like a rock.

"Why?" Geto asks, prompting him to speak. "It was muscle memory to be honest, does it mean anything?"

"Yeah," Gojo croaks finally "It's my birthday."

Geto Suguru who had gone on a risky mission with no backup, got himself knocked out and hurt by the time Gojo got there and lost all of his memories— Except the ones about him. Little details Geto still remembered, like it was muscle memory.

Gojo felt very out of his depth.

He was worried about what he would do if Geto had forgotten him, still getting ready to joke, make light of things and ease Geto into not feeling bad about forgetting. He was not prepared to face a Geto that was convinced they were married and still read Gojo like a book.

"You sure we aren't together?" Geto asks again, over dinner, sliding over a glass of water the moment Gojo started to feel the spice kick in from his lower tolerance. They both pause. Gojo takes a sip and ignores the way this too had come like second nature to Geto.

"We're best friends."

"Your contact is saved with a heart."

"I saved it that way." Gojo says back easily.

"Hm." Geto tilts his head, he clearly wasn't done. "You have a hair tie on your wrist."

"So?"

"It's for me isn't it? your hair is too short."

"You always keep losing them" He huffs, taking another bite of his food and ignoring the feeling like he was fighting a losing battle without knowing it. "I'm just doing you a favor man."

"Our toothbrushes are in the same holder."

"For convenience."

"My gallery was filled with your pictures."

"That's because we're just that close" Gojo protests "your phone has better quality."

Geto looks at his old beat down iPhone model, and Gojo's brand new shiny one "Right."

"Satoru."

Gojo's hands tighten around his chopsticks, bracing for impact. Geto just stares at him.

"Are your eyes bothering you?"

Oh, for fucks sake.

He swallows, throat feeling like there was something jammed in between it, a wad of conflicting emotion that wouldn't go down because Geto kept springing at him these little reminders, even though he doesn't remember anything. Even though he looks perplexed himself for asking Gojo these things, like it was a muscle memory and not a conscious reminder because he did not have access to those memories.

"Just a little"

Geto hesitates, "There's a spare blindfold in my—"

"Left pocket, I know." Gojo finishes that, because he knows okay? he knows how much Geto has his back and he knows that Geto keeps those on him in case he has migraines induced by too much stimuli and straining his eyes. He knows the point Geto is clearly trying to make, that they are so in tune he still remembers anything Gojo needs.

Geto looks a little closed off now after Gojo's tone had taken an air of finality, he is quieter as he finishes his meal and lets Gojo take the plates away. It was probably awkward for him too, knowing nothing but staying so attuned to another person but hey were friends. Best friends. Geto was his other half in every way, this made sense to them.

Geto and Gojo.

Satoru and Suguru.

Sure they fucked now and then, woke up in each others arms but they'd never labeled it as anything else out loud. When Gojo suggests he can crash in the pullout couch, Geto looks so visibly displeased that they crawl into bed together anyway, as always.

Geto wraps his arms around Gojo, the moment they are asleep side by side. Even without his memories, it comes naturally to him.

Gojo had tensed a little when Geto almost subconsciously kisses his head, rubs a thumb right over Gojo's brow and pulls away. Gojo holds his breath and watches Geto swallow, murmur an apology because he didn't know what had come over himself. It is a painful task to explain to him that Gojo had not minded, that this kind of affection was normal for the two of them anyway. By the end Geto's stare is piercing, like he can read every one of Gojo's thoughts. It is so unbearable he has to turn the other way, stare at the wall and shut his eyes as he pretends to sleep before Geto can ask him any more questions.

Then he feels Geto's lips graze against that one spot just under his ear, making him jolt. Geto's voice is low, tone soothing when he speaks—

"You don't have to lie or pretend like we aren't together Satoru. It won't hurt me to know what is already obvious, my head can take it. Whatever I've forgotten clearly isn't you."

He realizes Geto's referring to the fact Shoko had advised him to stay vigilant of how much he's letting Geto know about himself, to ease him slowly into his memories and wait for them to come back. The problem is that he wasn't lying though, but Geto seemed to really think they were together, and Gojo had nothing to prove the man otherwise. This was infuriating and all he had done was make him get the wrong impression of their relationship with everything he'd revealed already.

"You still think we're married?" Gojo says, trying to sound annoyed but his voice weakens when Geto nuzzles his neck, biting down on his lip and melting into the mans arms like he always did.

Playing with all his weaknesses was unfair and dirty. Good to know amnesia didn't stop Geto from being a bastard.

"Asshole." Gojo wiggles until Geto laughs softly and tightens his arms around him. The fight leaves his body, warmth pools in his belly and he just bites back a noise, turning his head to shoot Geto a glare in the dark.

"I have good reasons." Geto says, looking amused and unfairly cocky. "So yes."

"But I'm telling you—"

"You're worried I know" Geto cuts in immediately "and I really hate to see that– it looks wrong on your face." Gojo goes quiet, listening to him. "I should have been more careful. I didn't mean to worry you."

Geto keeps speaking, pressing his nose to Gojo's shoulder "I know exactly what you mean to me, so you don't have to worry about breaking the news or keeping it away."

At this point he is actually baffled at how much Geto had convinced himself they were together and this was all Gojo's elaborate, worried effort to keep his fragile psyche safe. It's absurd and god, how exactly was he going to get Geto to think otherwise?

"We aren't married Suguru" Gojo tries again.

Geto only smiles, a slow uptick of his mouth to one side."Whatever my husband says."

Oh.

Shit.

He called him husband.

Gojo feels Geto squeeze his hip in a way that makes his dick jump, firm and knowing, his finger dipping just a little under Gojo's shirt. Thumb pressing into his skin, making Gojo want to twitch in his grip. He stays still though, feeling turned on just by how Geto's lips graze his neck and his breath evens out, warm against the shell of Gojo's ear. Husband, Geto had purred out, words as smooth as silk and warm as honey. Like he had every right to lay that claim over Gojo, calling him husband like they were married, Geto at his beck and call and only Gojo's to have in such an intimate way.

Husband.

This was a joke of a situation, one that was going to haunt Gojo forever after Geto remembers everything, wondering how they could ever go back to being the way they were.

He wants to say he does not sleep very well that night, but he does, and Geto is already awake and in the kitchen by the time he's awake. Even though he could not spend all night having a crisis over all the events of the last twenty four hours, Gojo now had a point to make, enough to break Geto's very stubborn assumption about whatever wedded bliss reality he'd woken up to.

"If we are married" Gojo starts, making Geto look up blearily from the cup of coffee he'd made "Then we would have rings."

"We're sorcerers, it makes sense that we don't keep them on our hands." Geto looks convinced of his frankly, very insightful point. Still, it was so far away from the truth.

"Dude" Gojo rubs his face tiredly "We don't have them, period. Because we aren't married."

"Yes we do."

It strikes him as odd, how sure Geto was in that statement.

"What do you mean?" Gojo frowns, now curious.

The closest they'd done something like that, was him sliding ring pop candy on Geto's finger and declaring them engaged in a moment of drunkenness that comes after a night of many shots on empty stomachs, combined with Gojo's already low tolerance. They don't really talk about that night and Gojo barely remembers it, but there's a few dozen pictures of them half naked tangled up on the ground holding up their hands in a blurry way, Geto looking completely out of it and Gojo grinning all teeth in the frame.

That was obviously a very normal moment between two best friends. Point still stands, they weren't married and didn't have rings. So when Geto walks away for a few minutes, he's worried he might have been harsh. Maybe he should have accepted it until Geto got his memories back. But Geto walks in with a simple smile, putting down something on the counter.

Studded and personalized, and exactly what Gojo would wear, He can only gape at it for several moments, dumbfounded. A ring, on their kitchen counter, at 9 AM in the morning.

"That's a ring."

"Mhm."

"A wedding ring" Gojo repeats "you have a ring with you."

"Where did you get this ring?"

"It's mine isn't it?" Geto looked pleased, like he'd caught Gojo off guard yet again when the reality was far more flabbergasting. "It was in my sock drawer, I saw it this morning. I had a vague memory of it being there too, like gut instinct."

A wedding ring.

Geto had a ring in his possession for some reason.

It made no sense for a ring to make its way in either of their possessions. Unless Geto had a secret spouse Gojo had no idea about, a thought so laughable and irritating that his face contorts into something nasty, and makes Geto's confidence falter.

"Sock drawer." Gojo repeats, like there wasn't anything else he knew how to do.

Geto has a complicated system of hiding things from Gojo, a habit he picked up after he kept barging into the guys room in high school. Sock drawer would have been place Gojo was least likely to snoop through, partly because if Geto was going through such lengths, Gojo was just going to take some pity and not snoop. If he can try. But he didn't think they had anything left to hide, after all these years. It wasn't like they were dating, so Geto wouldn't have to hide away a ring from Gojo like he was planning to propose or something.

Wait.

No fucking way, Gojo thinks.

"No fucking way." he says out loud, because just thinking it wasn't enough. Geto just stands there awkwardly, watching Gojo pace for a few minutes, frantic, hurried and on the brink of losing his mind over what crossed everything he fundamentally knew. "What the fuck, what the actual–"

"It's alright" Geto says mildly "I already figured we were together"

"You really don't have to worry to much Satoru" Gojo swallows when a warm hand encircles his wrist, anxious thoughts warring in his mind "I'm going to remember other things at some point."

"Uhuh" he says dumbly "Sure. Just give me a second alright Suguru? Need to text shoko"

Geto nods in understanding, probably assuming that Gojo just needed some reassurance from a doctor. He turns to leave the room, and hears Geto mutter something about the ring not fitting his finger. Probably because it wasn't meant for you, Gojos own mind screams unhelpfully.

[One text message from Gojo Satoru]

Gojo: ARE ME AND SUGURU DATING?

Shoko: Lol

[15 unread text messages from Gojo Satoru]

[7 missed calls from Gojo Satoru]

[Are you sure you want to block this contact?]

[Contact blocked]

[are you sure you want to unblock this contact?]

[contact unblocked.]

Shoko: Okay, I'm back. Stop spam calling utahime.

Gojo: If you don't reply to me I'm teleporting there right now.

Gojo: AM I DATING SUGURU?

Shoko: Yeah pretty much.

Shoko: OK bye.

Gojo: NO WAIT

Gojo: Since how long??????

"Since always" Shoko replies, sounding annoyed when she finally answers Gojo's call. Lest he go trouble her shitty, precious whiner of a girlfriend no doubt.

"But we're best friends." Gojo repeats, for the hundredth time in the last two days, it feels weaker than ever. It sounds like he was convincing himself, when the truth dawns on him that he might not be seeing this in full clarity.

"Does Geto know that?"

"You know that Geto doesn't remember shit and he isn't acting like himself, so I don't think—"

"No. I don't mean right now. Did you ever label your relationship? Does Geto know that you're not dating?"

Gojo pauses, swallowing and trying to gather his thoughts when mortification floods him, fumbling with the fact that he truly couldn't answer that with one word. "I mean I guess we have to talk about it when he starts remembering stuff."

Shoko breathes a suffering sigh, used to his denial and deflections perhaps. Gojo was grappling with the strange new thing, something that was not new at all but somehow he had managed to look past everything him and Geto were to each other.

"That's not my point"

"But I hope you're at least aware of the fact Geto refers to you as his partner."

"Because I am" Gojo says helpless and lost, it was true. That is what they were, whatever the words implied. Hanging onto the last vestige of this lie he might have created for them both.

"God help me" Shoko mutters ,"Listen carefully Satoru. From whatever I can tell, Geto probably figured you guys were in a relationship long before you."

"Oh." his head feels a little out of his body, Gojo can head static flood his ear, all of this basically confirming that ridiculous rationale that the ring was meant for him. That Geto really had been planning to propose to him. It was that far along, their relationship. All this while when he was in pure misunderstanding, Geto had been planning this. Had acknowledged that wherever his life would have gone, it started with Gojo and it would end with Gojo.

This was something he knew too, something he felt in return but never dared to break the rigid boundary he had set in his mind unwittingly.

Something like marriage, an engagement— they might have been beyond in Gojo's opinion that but it spoke of a great sentiment from Geto. This was the kind of romantic he would have wanted, the kind he would have done for Geto if he knew they were together. Gojo liked showing his affection through gestures, be it an arm around Geto's shoulders and cheek pressed against the warmth of his skin, the crook of his neck. Never letting there be in inch between him and Geto, because there was no need for that. Infinity never on, hands intertwined even though they were both grown men— Gojo had stopped finding that sense of embarrassment he had as a boy. He liked those gestures with Geto, paying for their vacations, practically forcing Geto to take a break with him even when they can't really afford to. He would have wanted to see the look on Geto's face if he randomly popped the question, brown eyes wide with surprise and mouth open in shock, looking dumbfounded, handsome in the way he would school his face back into stillness once again, even though Gojo is sure Geto would cry, just a little bit.

He never pinned Geto to be that kind of a romantic, loud and bold like Gojo. With his personality he would have assumed Geto to stay how he was, subtle and yet with no question of doubt he cared. Worrisome, warm with his touch and sweet with the way he would coax Gojo into feeling the strangest things. Subtle, the way he rubs Gojo's head when it starts to throb, makes sure he does not overwork himself, pays for them when they go out even when Gojo absolutely can— he just likes it better when Geto does.

This very Geto was going to put on a stupidly sincere face, look up at him with all the devotion in his demeanor and ask Gojo to marry him.

"He probably didn't want to rush you" Shoko murmurs. "You process things differently Gojo. Knowing Geto he might just have trusted whatever you two had instead of forcing you to talk about it" her voice sounds distant from the phone "Even so, that idiot didn't like having conversations either. You two really are a mess."

It's so silent for a few minutes, save for the click of a lighter on the other end. Finally, Gojo speaks. "Do you think, Suguru thought that I knew we were together?"

"Mm. Who knows?"

"Shoko."

"Does it matter?" she mumbles "You did know in your own way. Not typical but-"

"Nah" Gojo says, palming his face with a clammy hand, stomach roiling in discomfort "I didn't have a fucking clue"

"...For real?"

"For real."

Shoko makes a noise of disbelief. "You sleep together, you're all over each other."

"Okay yeah, have already been made aware of it" Gojo stops her there "Got it."

"So It's worse than I imagined. Gojo, I thought you were in self aware denial." he can hear Shoko's voice grow grave, like it does when she announces a person is dead, which feels a little too much for the current situation, "This is was so incredibly obvious its actually shameful you didn't even consider it."

"Thanks" Gojo grits and hangs up on her, because seriously, he gets it now. There was a massive lack of communication and misunderstanding between them, and as much as he'd like to think this could have been solved if Geto just told him loud and clear that they were in a committed relationship. So yeah, okay. Gojo agrees it was a little obvious now that he looks back on it. Maybe he had been giving off all the signs of acknowledging this relationship without really thinking about it.

All those times he let Geto kiss him goodnight, good morning and goodbye. When Geto introduces Gojo as his boyfriend. The fact the bakery they go to gives them a couple discount for some reason. The reason being that Geto and Gojo always walk in hand in hand. It wasn't anything romantic though, Geto was just keeping him and his sugar intake on a leash.

….Via hand holding.

Which was completely understandable, alright?

Gojo always let it happen, he indulged in this stuff too because doing it with Geto made him feel warm and fuzzy. Plus, he had his own set of complicated feelings about this shit, Geto just made him more of a selfish, possessive person. Fine, maybe Gojo fucked up by ignoring the signs but this wasn't something unfix-able at all.

All there was left to do was try to play along with this, until Geto gets his memories back and they can talk about it. Come to think of it, maybe Gojo can just not talk about it and start calling him his boyfriend. Since they were already dating. It felt good to think about it— them dating, that is.

Geto Suguru, his boyfriend.

Gojo's stomach does a funny swoop. His husband, someday, maybe.

Waves of emotion roll through him like a strong tide. Gojo decides then that it would fine to deal with it when Geto got his memories back.

"Well?" Geto asks, looking up at him in a fond way. "Feel better talking to her?"

Gojo nods, grinning weakly as if he was in agreement. There was a feeling in the back of his head, one that told him he was digging himself a much deeper hole already.

"Guess there was no point keeping all of this from you." He would just play along for now, until Geto actually remembers what's up and then he can revaluate everything the two of them have been up too for the last few years. He was going to do this systematically and choose not level a building down with hollow purple in pure frustration, it would be fine.

He sits next to Geto, wiggling in next to the space there and Geto's arm comes around his waist on instinct. So, like the weak man he is, Gojo gives in to temptation and kisses him quickly— watching Geto's lashes flutter in surprise before he relaxes into it too.

"So we are husbands then." he murmurs, once again sounding so stupidly self assured Gojo wants to shake him hard, ask him how could speak about this so casually, like it was just fact. That Gojo was definitely his, and there was no doubt about it. Asshole. "I knew it."

"Mhm." Gojo affirms with all the guilt in the world. No point in arguing against what Geto already believes at this point. He feels a little weird when he thinks about the fact that Geto planned to propose, like anxiety crawling under his skin when normally he is never anxious. There was so much going on, Gojo could barely process all of it and deal with whatever they were when Geto was in such a state.

Play along, Gojo tells himself again, when Geto remembers more useful things they can talk and fix things. Easy.

Maybe after that Gojo can truly have Geto for himself.

Properly. Exclusively. In a way he already did, but could now say it out and confident.

For a few days, he dodges all the questions Geto poses about their marriage. Steering it to other topics to maybe help jog his memory. Geto for the most part doesn't think too much of it, looking a little cooped up after a week of home rest but not complaining about it too much, even though Gojo could see his increasing frustration. He does remember things but not entirely, Gojo figures that relying on vague ideas and muscle memories must be difficult for him.

Geto knows one thing for sure, that he has Gojo.

So he swallows down the guilt in his chest when Geto reaches for his hand, kisses him sweetly and teasingly calls him husband, because every time he does that, color blooms on Gojo's face and he shuts up immediately. He was an asshole honestly, to be taking advantages of Gojo's feelings and stupid heart like this.

It is with a lot of displeasure that Gojo goes on a mission at the end of that week.

Having pretty much told everyone to fuck off while he made sure Geto was recovering, his time off still runs out abruptly because the higher ups had enough of the strongest being away from action. Gojo decided to go, because while they could not take their anger out on him, they could still pawn off his missions to his students. Truly, so troublesome.

Of course Geto, who still doesn't remember most of anything and is as vulnerable as he can be— suggests that he come help Gojo out.

"I'm strong right? I still remember how to fight, it could just come to me when we need to." Geto's face is pinched in concern "You shouldn't be going alone."

There it was, Gojo thinks fondly, Geto's never ending habit to fuss and worry about him. It was sweet how this Geto didn't remember how manipulative and rigid jujutsu society operated. Or how much weight Gojo held with his technique, how much he strives to keep Geto off the field and more in the school guiding the kids, or helping Yuki out with research.

And yet despite not being aware of all those details, all Geto knows is Gojo.

He can see it in Geto's face too, so unburdened out inner turmoil and all the stress he puts himself through. It's nice to see him so relaxed, even if Gojo really misses his Geto wholly just the way he was after weathering the grotesque horrors of being a jujutsu sorcerer.

"I'll be fine" Gojo smiles, feeling a little more eager to when Geto remembers him again."You need to rest Suguru, come on. I'll be back in no time."

"Right." Geto mutters, still not pleased but smiling weakly "You're the strongest huh?"

Gojo shakes his head. "We're both the strongest."

Even like this, it wouldn't be right to let Geto think anything but that. Even if he didn't know it. or understand the weight of his words, the reassurance leaves Gojos mouth like clockwork. That is what they were. He see's Geto's shoulders ease, a more grim acceptance set in and it makes him feel good to know that he could still ground the other, still reassure him from his burdens even a little bit.

Geto's smile looks a little more genuine, eyes stripped of the worry they harbored before and warming with care when he leans forward to press a kiss onto Gojo's lips.

It is everything.

Soft and tasting of something perfectly Geto. Just as tethering and tender he is, just how beautiful and kind and everything Gojo loves about him. His heart strums a little, squeezes around the weight of his emotion when he kisses Geto back, feeling his thinner lips against his own, his breath.

Gojo would fix it, all that time he's been missing out on really having this with Geto.

He grins into the kiss, pretends like it wasn't a gesture that melted his insides or pumped his heart faster. Pretends like he wasn't eager for it, for more of Geto. To really be able to talk to Geto again.

So he sets off on his mission, determined to make quick work of it and return.

What Gojo had failed to account for, is that in no way would this be smooth sailing.

He had failed to think about the fact, that this memory less version of Geto would still remember everything that had taken place between them since he regained consciousness.

A thought comes to Gojo when he exorcises the special grade after two days of hunting it down— it was pretty elusive to track even with his eyes and he was tired already, reversed curse technique keeping his brain awake because he had no time to sleep. In the back of his mind he muses about how it would be funny when Geto actually got his memory back. He would probably be mortified remembering how he acted when he didn't remember shit, to watch Geto look annoyed and sulk about it. Gojo couldn't wait to poke fun at him as all the payback for making Gojo go through the most emotionally turbulent weeks of his life, and for making him worry.

With that thought in mind, Gojo had already teleported out the door of their house, opening it and announcing his return with newfound energy.

"Suguru?"

His smile falls when he sees Geto sit on the couch, the ring on the middle of the table. It's quiet, the lights aren't all on despite it being dark, casting shadows on the room in a desolate way.

Somethings wrong, he feels it in his bones.

Geto looks up, eyes looking too vacant, heavy. His pose isn't uncannily relaxed like Gojo had seen him, ever since he lost his memories, like the weight of the world was back on his shoulders again.

"Oh." Gojo breathes, feeling relief flood him at first, even when his brain buzzes like something is wrong "You remember again. Holy shit."

Geto's lips are thinned into a line, and Gojo recognizes that look on his face when it crumbles, blank expression thawing away to something more visceral.

Hurt.

It made Gojo's gut twist in a sick way.

"Suguru?" Gojo stops from where he was already halfway across the room to him. He sees Geto's eyes flicker away to the ring still on the table. It's tense for a moment and Gojo doesn't even dare to breathe, or take his eyes off, feeling ill.

"You didn't know" Geto says, finally.

Gojo feels an uneasy chill crawl up his spine, dread hitting him like a truck.

Geto remembered.

He remembered everything, Gojo vehemently denying their relationship, insisting that they were just—

"Best friends" Geto echoes, laughing once, soft and hollow "That's all huh?"

Huh?

No, fuck, no he had it all wrong, he doesn't understand—

Gojo can't speak. His mouth wouldn't make a sound, tongue dry and heavy, throat closing up in the way those words just strike him.

He watches Geto get up, still not meeting his eyes.

"You know, I just thought it was always you being you. Even if you didn't call it for what it was, I didn't stop once to think maybe you didn't actually want it. Maybe its my fault."

"No" Gojo finds his voice and blurts, quick and desperate. "This isn't— I do want it, Suguru just listen to me—"

"It's alright" Geto stops him, and his expression is so brittle that Gojo's own words die again, and clam up. "I got my memory back. You and I don't need to pretend anymore."

Gojo looks at him, feeling violently sick. He didn't know where to start, how to tell Geto that he wasn't denying what they had. Wasn't denying a relationship with Geto. No, all he wanted was to live with Geto by his side but Geto is walking away already. He doesn't even look Gojo in the eye as he starts to leave. He is going to leave him.

There it was again— Geto is walking away like all those years ago and this time, it really is his fault this time.

He reaches out when that thought strikes a pang of fear in him, grabbing the mans wrist and Geto doesn't yank it away. No, he would never because he's so gentle with Gojo, so only for a moment he stops which was enough for Gojo to just make him listen. Enough, just to maybe let him explain and demand he stay.

"Let me go Satoru."

"Suguru, you have to hear me out."

"Satoru" Geto's tone is raised, more frustrated in angry, eyes flashing with pure watery hurt when he looks back and Gojo lets go of his wrist like he's been burnt. He can't take that look on Geto's face. "Just let me go." his' voice wavers even when his words are heated, edged with something like fury but more hurt and broken.

"You already know about what I feel, you know I was going to—" His eyes dart to the ring again and his voice cracks just a little "Just give me a minute."

All Gojo can do is watch wordlessly as Geto walks away. Geto's expression etched onto his memory, making his heart squeeze so hard it physically aches a little. He had fucked up horribly.

He knew at that moment, once Geto has set his brain, his mind, his resolve on a truth— it was unshakable.

Geto thought that all these years, Gojo still hadn't seen him the same way. Not something as intimate as vowing your lives together. Not more than a best friend.

To Gojo, there was nothing short of Geto's constant presence, his warmth and gentle smiles, sturdy strength right beside his– that could truly complete him. Then he'd gone and fucked up by not seeing it for what it was, now Geto had left and there was nothing he could do but wait.

Pure unadulterated love.

Gojo doesn't know how to fix it now.

What he does understand, is that Geto needed the space, even if it is one of the things that make him feel ill. The thought of Geto being away from him had always annoyed Gojo more than anything, and it being indefinite while Geto stewed in misery and misconception? That felt unacceptable, even though he was just going to shut up and let him have that distance.

Gojo couldn't really bring himself to try and do anything that might put that look onto Geto's face again.

He had seen it, the way his face was all squeezed up in pure hurt and it was etched into his brain. He had never once seen Geto look so hurt and it in turn made him feel horrible. He doesn't want to wait with that on his brain, doesn't want Geto to slip out of his grasp again but he knows that both of them need space. Gojo needs to just gather his thoughts and actually talk to Geto.

So Gojo waits, for a few agonizing days.

Its maddening, how empty the house feels. He keeps popping in after each mission he takes to stop his mind from filling itself with despair. Geto wanted space, even if he resisted the urge to call him till he answers.

Yaga tells him Geto had taken a up a few missions, and was out on the field fighting a special grade curse. Gojo tries not to snap at him and demand Yaga to tell him exactly where Geto was. It made him uneasy, took him right back to high school to that summer where he almost didn't catch Geto wearing himself down. Gojo needed to know Geto would be alright. Needed to know where he was. Shoko tells him to give Geto a second, looking at Gojo with some sympathy. A rare look on his face that made him feel even worse as he paced around her.

"Talk it out with him when he's ready to hear you out." was her suggestion, which did not really help him out. Even though she was right, it still got Gojo restless to wait.

So with nothing else to do, a few days on running his brain awake with RCT because without Geto, the bed had felt so cold and wrong— Gojo decides to get drunk.

Sure, he has a miserable tolerance and anyone sane accompanying him would immediately forbid him from doing so. Which is why he decides to go alone, to this nice bar they hang out in time to time as a friend group when missions are slow and they happen to be free on Friday nights.

Gojo of course, has been banned from drinking after an incident involving shots of tequila and his eagerness to show off how much he had been practicing things with infinity. He had been banned even when they were still drinking underaged, and even after all these years he's only gotten drunk twice when Geto or Shoko are too drunk themselves to keep an eye on him. He doesn't like drinking too much though, since it messes with his technique and he prefers to stay sharp.

After all these years, Gojo can also admit— He is kind of a light weight.

Fine, more than kind of. Or whatever Shoko had meant calling him a two shot wonder. Honestly, that stuff was just strong okay? and right now, he needs it to do its job before he wallows in misery thinking of how Geto was wallowing in his own misery. Too complicated and sad for anybody good.

The server recognizes him immediately, and looks concerned when he orders actual alcohol for once, looking around and asking him if Geto had come with him.

Wrong question, it makes Geto's hurt expression flash through his mind again and—

Gojo can practically feel his face fall from that confident smile he had on before, unable to anything but stare at the waiter. He must have put a super crestfallen, because they walk away immediately to get him a drink and do not comment on it again. Gojo knows it's a bad idea, and that that drinking would fuck with his technique as always. In his defense though he'd just managed to be oblivious about what could have been a ten year relationship, spoilt his boyfriends (?) proposal and only then managed to find out.

So yeah. He needed a drink.

It's a bad idea, but Gojo hopes like everything else his body had conquered, maybe he built himself a tolerance.

Turns out, that very much isn't the case.

"I miss Suguru." Gojo informs this, very swimmy blur of a stranger, and juts his lip out "Like. So Much."

"Ah, is he your boyfriend?" Gojo's face crumbles immediately, and the stranger stutters to make amends, ordering him another drink. Which was nice? 'cause it's free. But also like, super annoying because usually Suguru pays for his food. That makes him down another shot, it burns when it goes down and it tastes like what battery acid. Not that he knows that that tastes like, probably the same a nasty curse. Geto would know, he should ask Geto when—

"Suguruuu." He whines by his sixth, slapping a palm hardly on the strangers shoulder "You know? He's so wonderful, even when he's being annoying. I miss him. He's so fucking hot too, especially when he's trying to piss me off. I want him back already."

"Uh" The strange sounds so far away, but who cares "I'm sorry about your Suguru."

"I'm sorry too" Gojo mumbles, slapping the table for emphasis because he was so sorry. So sorry and ready to apologize and Geto just wasn't here.

Gojo's wasted, absolutely beyond the safe standards of drunk by the time he's done describing why Geto is actually so perfect in general, and how he just wants to talk to Geto and make things right.

"Oh my god." the stranger mutters under his breath. "Can I please call someone to pick you up man?"

"Suguru." Gojo says, vision swimming, the only words he can really think of.

He doesn't remember the next few minutes, pressing his palms to his eyes because his head was starting to hurt. Gojo does remember was dumbly sliding his phone open and the stranger on a call, sounding nervous. Then a very familiar face shows up in front if him, cursed energy that he could pinpoint anywhere and Gojo lights up immediately.

"Suguru" He slurs cheerily, grabbing Geto's arm immediately and tugging him close "Woah, I was just talking about you"

When he zones in, Geto looked furious.

Eyes narrowed and lips jaw taut with tension, pissed in the way he usually was at other people, never at him though.

Normally it would be a little attractive to see him mad, because that was a rare side of Geto's which only came out when somebody has truly annoyed him. In Gojo's defense, he just looked really good when he was ready to beat the shit out of someone, or destroy them with a few harsh, pointed words. Right now however, this make's him uneasy, unable to pinpoint who Geto was really angry at.

Was it still at him?

When the other gently takes his arm out from Gojo's grip, he immediately makes a pitiful noise, just wanting it back already.

"Don't be mad" Gojo murmurs, reaching for it again and missing "I'm sorry."

"Shh" Geto murmurs, expression easing into something gentler that finally calms him down. "I'm not mad at you." Warm hands cup his face, and Gojo relaxes, melting into the touch.

His eyes flutter open lazily, pleased when they land on the other, who was looking less angry and more worried, brows knit together and Gojo really wants to smooth out the wrinkles on his forehead and make it better.

"How much did you drink Satoru?"

In answer to that he grins, smile muscles working slowly when a broad palm caresses his cheek and cups it firmly. It was a nice feeling, and grounds him in all his dizziness, only to jolt when Geto snaps at the stranger for trying to butt in the conversation, staring up at Geto nervously.

"What?"

The stranger then mumbles something, sounding scared almost and Gojo squints to see Geto's expression, but his face is so hard to really pinpoint, everything is a little bit blurry and the lights are so bright he has to close his eyes. Everything would be fine though, especially if he had Geto there with him.

The next thing he knows, he's in and out of it, arms tight around Geto as he gets fireman carried into their house. Gojo tightens his grip on Gojo's shoulders, a noise of contentment slipping out of him at the sheer amount of warmth the man exudes.

"We're home?"

"Mm." was Geto's only response, Gojo protests when he's made to get off and sat on the couch. Fingers reaching out for Geto again in a fit of irrational panic.

"Suguru," he slurs "Don't go."

The very Geto shaped blur in front of him comes into focus again, pressing a bottle of water onto his lips. It's all okay again.

"Who was that guy?" Geto asks, tense for whatever reason. Gojo frowns and he clarifies "from the bar. He called me from your phone."

"Oh" Gojo mutters "I have no idea. Dunno, doesn't matter."

Geto sighs, low and frustrated, the grip on his jaw firms just a little bit.

"Do you have any idea how it felt like to hear someone answer your phone? some stranger? How could you be so careless Satoru. You of all people can't afford to be—"

He winces at Geto's loud tone, and at the palpable worry in his voice, making him cut off his sentence.

"Forget it." Geto says letting go abruptly.

"No—" Gojo reaches for his hand clumsily, more sober than he was before,"I'm sorry" he adds, not knowing what else to even say. Not in the face of this concern, for a person who had abilities far beyond human capabilities. 

Geto sighs, not protesting and intertwining their hands together. Gojo makes a happy noise, and something in Geto's expression softens.

"Are you jealous?" he blurts.

"What?" Geto's on edge again, clearly he said something wrong.

"No, I mean, there wasn't anything like that obviously" Gojo says, words jumbled and clumsy "You're my one and only."

"Satoru."

"I swear you don't have to worry about anybody else Suguru, I just want you and—"

"Stop." Geto's voice is fragile, a little shaky, "Just stop alright? You don't have to make me feel better, its fine. We don't have to make this awkward." Gojo shakes his head too fast and he feels dizzy, voice entirely too loud. Loose lipped with the buzz of alcohol in him, and stomach swarming with all his unspoken feelings.

"That's not it"

He has to say it, has to make sure Geto really knows what he feels. needs to say it with the conviction he feels in his bone. Gojo knows one thing, forever and always, He loves one person more than anything in the world could understand. Even when his mind blurs with liquor, his head pulses with an ache and eyes burn from everything being too bright, from Geto being too bright.

"I love you." Gojo says, standing and promptly swaying on his feet. Geto, too stunned to react properly just stares at him. Gojo leans forward to try and grab Geto's shoulders and make him listen "I was stupid and I didn't think—" his words are confused "Didn't know about us."

"There's nobody else for me Suguru, you have to know that. There's nobody else for you" He's desperate to make Geto understand "There can't be, I'd hate that. You don't need anybody else."

No, that would upset him so much. Gojo can't even rationally comprehend the thought of someone else barging into their lives.

His life with Geto's, the one that mattered the most and only belonged to the two of them. He could never leave Gojo, because that would ruin everything. It would ruin him forever to live in a reality where Geto leaves him behind, where Gojo didn't have him by his side.

"Satoru, there is nobody else." he sounds confused, speaking with certainty but a way that suggests he has no idea why Gojo is so worked up and it's starting to annoy him. Geto was his, only his. Why was that so hard for him to get that Gojo was Geto's too. Even if he'd been dumb enough to never mark it down in words, circle it in a calendar and acknowledge it— Geto shouldn't have even had to doubt it. That is the rationale he takes, with his five shot tequila muddled brain.

"You don't." He continues, drunk and unconvinced and jabs a finger onto Geto's chest for emphasis. "Need. anyone. else."

The thought of Geto with anybody else, holding their hand instead of his and

made him squeeze his face in a sulk, He tries to drape himself onto Geto clumsily. "You remembered nothing but you still remembered me" He murmurs, a giddy laugh slipping off his throat "Someone else has to beat that. They can't, so you're just stuck with me okay?"

Geto's face is soft with emotion he can't pinpoint.

"There will never be someone else" he tells Gojo, and his voice is so sweet but so far away and rich with warmth when he calls for Gojo's attention again "Satoru."

Gojo's aiming to squeeze Geto close to himself, until they merge into one and he never has to let go.

He looses his balance though and Geto steadies him with worried eyes. He smells so good, Gojo can't help but breathe him in, nosing his neck. There was nothing else in the world that smelt like this, and he doesn't understand how someone can feel so perfect. Geto really was perfect, warm and sturdy against him, always having Gojo's back.

"Jus' me and you." He hears Geto make a sound, soft and choking, not even responding for a few seconds.

"Let's just get you to bed Satoru."

Gojo doesn't protest as he's led away either, but he refuses to untangle himself from Geto. It was as though letting go of him would kill Gojo, limbs wrapped around the man even when he's coaxed into bed. He whines when Geto moves even an inch away, that earns him a fond laugh.

"You're not going to remember any of this tomorrow" the way Geto says it makes him pause. It sounded so resigned, like Gojo wasn't meant to hear it "I won't hold it against you either."

"Mm, but I'd remember that I love you" Gojo mumbles "You know? like, love-love."

"Satoru" Geto swallows "You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying"

"I'll tell you again then" Gojo wiggles upward from where he was plastered onto Geto's chest and ignores the mans chiding grip when he almost falls of the bed.

Geto's hands settle onto his hips, warm, firm.

"Alright" Geto looks up at him, hair splayed out on the pillow and Gojo's chest squeezes at how gorgeous he looks. He wants to kiss Geto, until he understands that Gojo didn't mean to be so oblivious all this time– But his head felt too heavy, and in seconds Gojo was asleep.

When Gojo wakes up there is a note, and no Geto. His heart sinks immediately, prepared for the worst as he battles his throbbing head and reads it.

"I'm taking over your missions today, rest up. We can talk tonight. Take the meds and eat something."

He looks at the pain killers and glass of water near it and feel warmth bloom in his chest. Finally now that Geto was back, Gojo could talk to him, fix everything he fucked up. But Geto seemed too insecure about this right now to really believe Gojo. It was a fragile state.

Gojo needs to end this tonight. His grapples to get his phone, texting Geto a message immediately. That was enough space for both of them. Gojo was going to convince Geto that it wasn't just a drunken spiel, that he meant every word. That he loves Geto, and only Geto, that was all Gojo knew ever since they met.

He watches the message send, the text bubbles rise and fall from the other side in just a few seconds.

Satoru: Can we talk over dinner?

Satoru: when will you be back :(

The reply comes in a few minutes, despite them having not even texted once that week.

Suguru: I'll be back by dinner.

Suguru: alright, we can talk

Suguru: Just rest up until then, okay? Don't forget to hydrate.

Geto must have been flying somewhere, even so, he answers almost immediately when Gojo texts him. Fuck, how could he have been so dumb enough to not notice.

"Suguru" Gojo says, breathless "Hi. I love you."

There was the sound cursing, phone being grappled with and some rustling, like the phone had been dropped into a pile of static and Gojo has to frown against how that makes his head hurt. "Suguru?"

"Satoru—" Geto's voice is on edge when it returns "Where did that come from?"

"We say it all the time?" which was technically true. Maybe not like this, though.

"I know." Geto says "but after everything that's happened-" He trails off then, and stops "I see the curse, I got to go Satoru. Just— we'll talk tonight."

"Okay" Gojo mutters, realizing this wouldn't cut it.

Tonight, he would drive it into Geto's head and put the rest of his worries at ease. It had been a long time coming anyway, and he had a plan. By the time Geto comes back home, its already far too late. The front door clicks open to the dark of the living room, Geto calls out–

"Satoru?" his voice sounding lost at the fact the house was pitch black, and then Gojo flicks the lights back on the moment footsteps get closer inside, a little heavy in worry. Not unlike the scene from over a week ago, but this time everything was in control. There would be no misunderstandings. The lights flood in, and he watches Geto squint against it, hand flying up to cover his face the slightest bit before his gaze finally lands on Gojo.

He doesn't waste time getting to the point.

"We are dating" Is the first thing he says, pointing at Geto and than at himself "I'm sorry I was stupid enough to not pick it up but we are."

Geto just stares at him.

"And I was stupid I know" Gojo takes a few steps towards him, throat bobbing with emotion the more he speaks lines he was so sure of, things he had thought off carefully to tell him."I just didn't think you wanted me back."

That breaks Geto out from his stupor and he looks thrown off completely. "You what?"

"I didn't think you loved me back. Not the way that I did."

It all comes spilling out then, the bottled emotions of his youth and his now. The intricacies of all the feelings he has, spun and woven about Geto and etched into him like living and breathing. Gojo was good at being blunt, to the point and unabashed, but that was not nearly enough to encompass all that Geto was to him.

"The way we are, the word love doesn't seem to cover it" Gojo laughs, soft and humorless "It's just always been us. I felt selfish enough to have you like this, and wanting something else. So I just never stopped to think I already had you" his eyes dart away "I should have"

"Love doesn't cover it." He continues on, rubbing the back of his neck, face warm. His words start to get weaker, but he doesn't let his voice falter. "And this isn't me being stupid, or romantic or whatever. You're you and I already had you Suguru. I didn't let myself think beyond that, or stop and see what we were. To me that was enough." The words finally trail off. "Maybe not, because you make me feel so selfish it makes me mad. I don't think I could ever have enough of you Suguru— but having you here with me was enough. That doesn't mean I haven't been in love with you since high school."

"Even Infinity doesn't stay up around you, not even if I tried." Gojo finishes lamely "I have always been in love with you, I'm not just saying that. So just believe me, yeah?"

Gojo watches Geto, who hasn't spoken a word this entire time, staring at him with a face so blank he was almost nervous to know what it meant.

Then he storms over before Gojo can comprehend it, looking determined and fierce. The dark inky strands of his hair whipping behind him in a flash, eyes boring into his own with an intensity. Geto cups his face firmly, so firm his jaw almost aches and it startles him— reaching to grip Geto's forearms on instinct, throat bobbing when he swallows at their proximity after all this time of Geto avoiding him.

He's never seen Geto wear that expression before, so unguarded, bearing the feelings of his heart on his face, brown eyes swimming with frustration.

"How could you ever think I didn't love you."

Geto squeezes Gojo's face with his warm, gentle palms, "I thought I couldn't have been more obvious." thumbing his cheek like Gojo were fragile. Like Gojo wasn't the strongest living entity alive. Although in Geto's hands, he was just a weak man, weak to him. Weak to Suguru.

Human, defenses non existent and pliant to Geto Suguru's touch.

"You're so infuriatingly perfect but so stupidly obtuse." he mumbles, Gojo's sure his face burns under the weight of Geto's burning gaze.

"...But you still love me?" Gojo tries, his smile weak, heart thudding. He watches the other man laugh weakly, pressing a tender kiss to Gojo's forehead that has him melting all over again before he can really help it.

"Yeah, Satoru" Geto says, and Gojo feels floaty, happy in a way that only Geto can make him "I love you."

Then he presses a kiss to Geto's lips, snaking a hand into silky strands of dark hair and pulling him close, desperately. His lips are soft, like they always are but this kiss is the most tender one they've ever had because now it means something different. They were on the same page again, and that is when Geto and Gojo felt the best, that is when everything felt right.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Geto kisses Gojo back with just enough strength. It's chaste mostly, but when Geto nips his bottom lip it stokes a flame in him, Gojo groans. Geto breaks away like he was trying to ground himself, temptingly red-cheeked. Looking at Gojo in a way not far away from hunger, barely held back in restraint and he wants to toy with that fine thread holding Geto back, watch it come loose.

"Satoru."

"Mm?" Gojo says, dazed, wanting to chase back for more.

"Not that I don't want to—" Geto takes a breath and cuts himself off, looking a little annoyed when he finally tears his gaze behind Gojo "but why are our friends here?"

Oh. Right. Them.

He forgot about that.

"Yeah" says Nanami's voice in the back "Can we please go already."

"No" He huffs, unlooping his arms from where they lay across Geto's shoulders. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten carried away with their friends standing in the back, and Yaga– who looked like he wanted to be buried.

"Why are they here?" Geto asks, part embarrassed, part amused.

"Because I'm trying to prove to you how serious I am about this." He rolls his eyes, pointing at Geto and then himself before looking back at the small gathered crowd there, who had been given prior instructions not to make a sound and stand there until the time came. Then Gojo addresses them with all the cheer in the world.

"I'm dating Suguru."

"We know." answered back everyone in flat tones of varying discontent.

"Frankly, I think everyone knew except you" says Shoko, tired.

Which was fair, and annoying. No need to point that out to him. Gojo grins though "He's my boyfriend" The sweet smugness of the tone makes Nanami look sick. Utahime looks like she wants to kill him a little more than usual.

"Satoru." Geto chides, covering the smile on his face.

"You don't have to prove me anything. Honestly I'd appreciate it if they left" Geto looks at the group pointedly "actually."

"No we aren't done here" Gojo interjects "That's not all they're here for. Everyone stays."

"It's not?" Now Geto's starting to look a little impatient.

He looks cute when he's annoyed at Gojo, so of course he can't resist it. Even when everyone, short of Haibara, look impatient as they stand there. "Is it so bad I want people to know I love my fiancé?"

"Some privacy would be nice" Geto huffs, before pausing. "...fiancé huh? You were just telling Nanami I was your boyfriend—"

His eyes catch on the ring on Gojo's finger, and they widen, he shuts up.

The one he had custom made, agonizing over the design and spoiling the proposal during his amnesia. Gojo was wearing it, flexing his hand and beaming. It catches in the light and it shines, a simple thing with a small gem in the middle of it, metal looped a little over and across each other for some imitation of an infinity symbol. It had just fit, when he thought about it.

But he had never actually given it the way he intended, still now it rests exactly where it belongs.

"My fiancé." Geto swallows around the lump in his throat gaping at Gojo. That look on his face was priceless, so emotional it hurt for Gojo to really stare at it. His one and only looking at him like he was everything.

"Got something for you too" He says, getting on his knee.

The air in the room shifts.

He hears Geto make a noise, watches with content when his whole body goes tense. Not a sound came after that, except a shaky little inhale.

"Boyfriend isn't really the right word you know." Gojo says, tone teasing "Since the ring is mine already. Still, I think we should match, don't you?"

It's simple, not too flashy and made of gold. Made to fit Geto perfectly he hoped, with a small stone in the middle not unlike the one he had. Complementary to the one on his own finger.

Geto's face crumbles.

Before he could register what was happening, hands grip his lapels and drag him up for a kiss.

He wasn't expecting to force of it, squeaking into Geto's mouth when his lip is bitten, tongue coaxing his own to part with the intent to devour him. The ring is pried from his hand when he's preoccupied, Gojo can barely hold himself up, breathless but compliant.

"Satoru" Geto murmurs his voice breathy and gone. Eyes a little watery, pinched together with so much tenderness that Gojo's heart constricts. Geto's hand's find his waist and squeeze, mumbling "You're unbelievable" kissing him again before he can protest, slower this time, more heated "Fuck."

"You didn't even say yes." Gojo gasps when they break for a minute, a little fuzzy when Geto looks so good. Look's like he wanted to take Gojo apart right now, palms sliding over to Gojo's ass. The glint Geto's eyes tell him he's holding back fucking Gojo right there, which was admittedly really sexy.

"Mm." Geto murmurs, smiling and denying him a clear answer "I'll think about it."

"Suguru!"

"Can you please say yes, so we can go?" Shoko drawls, looking amused and that's when Gojo realizes they weren't alone "Not that this isn't heartwarming."

"It's not" Utahime mutters.

"Seconded" Nanami says, looking ill but Gojo could tell that he was happy for them in his own way. Maybe.

"I'm so happy for you senpais." Haibara claps, beaming. Now that's his favorite kouhai for a reason "I can't wait to see the wedding, it's been a long time coming. you know, I was sure you guys would just get married right after graduation."

Well he definitely overestimated them on that regard.

"Congratulations, Satoru. Suguru." Yaga then clears his throat, and it's only then that Geto looks a little embarrassed Gojo doesn't care, Yaga's seen them do more weird stuff from when they were younger, and honestly worse things as adults. "I would have preferred not to see lot of that, but I'm happy for you two."

"Thank you." Geto mutters, looking a little tense. Gojo feels his hands tighten from where they rest around his waist "All of you."

"You want us to leave don't you?" Shoko says, staring at Geto with a tired face.

"Huh?" Gojo blinks "But I thought we were going to go get drinks and celebrate."

"I need some alcohol after all this." Utahime mutters.

"We are going drinking." Shoko interjects, one arm over her girlfriends "They just won't be joining us."

"We won't?" He asks again, annoyed.

"No, we won't" Geto confirms, squeezing his hip and making him forget about where they were for a second, he bites his lip, head jolting up to meet amused brown eyes.

"Oh my god." Nanami mutters, letting Haibara take his hand as they all just start to walk out. "I'm not going to the wedding."

"What? why are you all leaving already—"

"Because Suguru clearly want's to jump you." Shoko wrinkles her nose as she passes by "Congratulations or whatever."

"Suguru wants to?—"

"Alright enough, everybody out" Geto's smile looks a little irritated now, narrowing his eyes at their friends. "Thanks for co-operating with Satoru, sorry you had to see that, now please leave."

That's all it takes for them to clear out in seconds.

The moment they do leave, Geto has him pinned down on the couch before he can protest, looming over him and Gojo makes a noise, letting himself be held down . His skin feels hot, when Geto's palm slides up his shirt and he arches to the touch, calloused fingers grazing the skin of his abdomen, circling his navel and he shudders.

It knocks the wind out of him, how one second he's standing upright and how in the second Geto had managed to catch him off guard, pushing his legs apart and bending his knees to close the space between the both of them.

"We're not going anywhere" Geto murmurs "We're staying here until I've fucked my fiancé properly."

Gojo's stomach swoops in interest.

He melts under Geto's hands, a soft whine leaving his throat when he feels Geto kiss up his neck. Warm, burning and still tender. "You still haven't answered" Gojo breathes out, tangling his fingers into Geto's hair, tugging, and the man groans softly. The hand on his abdomen sides lower, fingers grazing the soft white hair of his happy trail just peeking over his waistband. He want's more, wants those fingers to press into his skin harder, crawl into his pants and touch him.

"What do you think?"

"I don't—ah— know." He huffs, wrestling to get them both free of any cloth between them while Geto helps him pull of his shirt, tugs of Gojo's pants painfully slow. Making a show off of it like he was unwrapping Gojo like a present, eyes never straying away from his flushed cheeks, how his chest has already begin to rise and fall harder in anticipation. He was hard already, which would be embarrassing if it wasn't Geto's fault.

It took that guy very little to turn Gojo into a panting, writhing mess. Very little to arouse him to the point he can't think, the brush rushing to his dick at the though of strong forearms, dark hair and teasing smiles.

The thought of Geto touching him was enough most days for him to jerk off until his dick felt too sensitive, whining and rubbing his tip to the point of overstimulation just because Geto had kissed him on the cheek earlier, said his name too low.

Not like Geto was any better, surprisingly more shameless when they start fucking too. Gojo can't even get him off usually, with him mumbling how he wants to go again and how amazing Gojo feels around him.

Fuck, even when Geto didn't remember anything he remembered all the things they got up too when they were riled up and needy. That and exactly how they do it, exactly how he likes to take Gojo apart and pry him open. He wants to be more annoyed but honestly, if he didn't remember anything, he would probably still crave the feeling of Geto splitting him open with that unfairly thick cock.

It's been too long since they fucked, with everything going on. Now though, Gojo knew this wasn't one of their regular hook ups, or that weird friends with benefits situation he had wrongly assumed they were in. Geto was his. His boyfriend, his fiancé—

His one and only.

He wants to make a smart comment like always, about how good Geto looks between his legs and on his knees. His words die right when the begin, when he sees the dripping adoration with which Geto is looking up at him. His hands reach out to cup the mans face, the silver of his ring cool against sun kissed skin and Geto just leans into his touch. Tilting his head to brush his lips against Gojo's thumb, grasping his hand with his own and making their rings brush against each other.

Silver and gold, cold and warm, Gojo and Geto.

He feels like his skin his burning, the itch to feel Geto inside clawing at him and prompting him to tug at the man's hair impatiently. Geto only smiles when Gojo looks away, unable to bear the intensity of what they had made. Because this was different, this was them together on the same terms.

His briefs are tugged down, and his dick is already painfully hard, slapping against his stomach. Gojo bites his lip when Geto rummages for the lube that keep tucked in between the couch cushions just in case for times like this. After a few less than savory impulsive times that they'd been too horny to focus on a movie, or returned home after a mission spent way too long apart and were too impatient to get to the room.

Geto's fingers wrap around his dick though, and it's already leaking, the tip glistening with arousal.

"You always get so wet when you're excited." Geto teases and Gojo scowls weakly, trying not to buck his hips up because the slightest squeeze of that hand around his cock feels so good. It aches with how much he wants Geto to jerk him off properly, come back to just kiss him while he does it, mumbling praises into Gojo's own mouth.

But Geto gives him a few cursory strokes and lets go, making him breath out harshly from his nose. Gojo is about to snap at him to hurry up when he's distracted by the flex of Geto's bare stomach, his abs twisting as he pulls his shirt up and away. His eyes zone into every possible inch, from the scars that run jagged across Geto's broad chest to the sharp cut of his V-line running down to his dick.

Gojo wants to run his mouth over it, press his tongue flat right on Geto's abdomen and drag it up and over. He want's Geto to grip his hair already, tight and firm as he pulls him away and chide him for being dirty. For acting like an eager dog that just can't help itself.

But Geto seemed too impatient to allow that right now, looking like he's planning to devour Gojo wholly. That crazed burn in his eyes when Gojo finally manages to push him to his limits is already there and he watches when Geto gets fully undressed.

Unashamedly, he's staring at Geto's dick, just as hard as his own and thick. Watching Geto pump the length of it in his hands, pulling back the foreskin, squeezing it at the base and groaning softly. Eyes never straying away from where Gojo is sprawled on the couch completely naked, spread out and waiting.

"Suguru." He says, voice loud and breathless with complaint. Snaking his hand down to stroke himself off too, just playing with his tip to watch Geto's eyes narrow with disapproval before grabbing Gojo's wrist to stop him.

Typical, predictable and slow. He wants Geto inside him now, enough with the foreplay and staring.

Thankfully though, Geto does oblige, uncapping the lube and warming it in between his fingers. Gojo takes in a deep breath when his legs are pushed back, feeling the press off Geto's fingertips on his rim. Geto looming over him, watching him for his reactions as always, slowly easing him from one finger to two. It's a little hard this time, since it's been longer than they'd usually wait before fucking. But Geto presses these distracting little kisses to his jaw, swallows up any sounds of slight discomfort with his mouth.

He presses his nose against Gojo's cheek and murmurs how tight he was, how good he was going to feel all while slipping in a third finger. Gojo clenches around it, gasping and gripping at Geto's shoulders as he pumps them in and out, making a louder noise when it drags right against his prostate and he see's stars.

"Suguru, hurry, come on—" Gojo writhes, trying to get him to do that again even when Geto's clever fingers avoid that spot on purpose, scissoring his fingers to make his rim stretch and he can't bite back the noise that leaves him. "Fuck— I want you inside."

"You're never patient." Geto says, sounding worked up himself. "But at least let me take my time today."

"You can—" He makes a soft noise of discontent when those thick fingers start to pull out, leaving him gaping and empty for second "—take your time on our wedding night. Right now I need you to fuck me."

That has Geto pause above him, in the middle of maneuvering Gojo so he can line up. The blunt head of his tip pressing onto Gojo's rim, making him tense up a little in anticipation because he's been waiting enough. Then he looks up, flushed and ready to snap at Geto to hurry again when he see's the look he's being given.

Pure, tender adoration colors Geto's face and Gojo can only watch when the distance between them closes more. Only tighten his grip when his hand takes Gojo's own and intertwines their fingers, pressing it onto the mattress. The tips of their noses brush against each other, he can feel Geto's breath upon his lips. The dark strands of his hair canopy them in intimacy, and all he can see is Geto's face, all he can feel is the solid warmth of his body press onto him. He feels Geto push in slowly and takes in a breath, using his other hand to claw at the arm caving him in, pressing it to Geto's back and hissing softly when he feels how big his cock was, determined to split Gojo in half as always.

He felt delirious, listening to Geto pant softly against his ear and not registering any of the words being said because he was so ridiculously full.

Gojo makes a punched out noise when Geto jerks his hips forward abruptly, burying himself to the hilt and rubbing at all the right places. He gasps, back arching as much as he can trapped there like this, vision a little blurry. He can't even catch his breath before he's already being fucked, the slam of Geto's hips against his behind loud, the thick heat of his cock moving out and inside and carving itself deep into Gojo.

"Satoru." Geto groans softly, face looking pinched when ruts into him, pace beyond animalistic and Gojo was already unraveling. He whines and writhes, moaning out and loud when Geto's cock finds his prostate and the man tenses, determined to fuck right into it over and over again—

He can barely breathe, stars bursting behind his eyes and cock twitching on his stomach, drooling come over his abdomen.

Then Geto kisses him, stealing away the last of the air in his lungs and quietening his noises. He buries his hand back into Geto's hair clumsily, kissing back open mouthed and messy. The fervent words being muttered finally starting to be registered in the back of his head.

"—couldn't have ever forgotten you even if I tried Satoru." Geto says in that strained voice. "Even when I woke up not knowing anything, I saw you and it all just made so much sense. Satoru—"

His voice is muffled again, barely coherent under Gojo's own ragged breathing.

I love you.

That is all he catches Geto say, heart burning in his chest and eyes rolling back with the ferocity of how much Geto wants him. There wasn't a world they both wouldn't know how much they meant to each other. Even if their brains forget, their souls would not. Gojo understands what Geto is trying to tell him because he feels the same, that is how ingrained they were to each other. His six eyes would never fail to recognize Geto in any form, and even if it did then he would still know better.

Geto looked perfect, face flushed until the neck, jaw tense as he slams into him again and Gojo can feel it in his bones. The burning build of pleasure in his abdomen spiking, his leaking cock twitching as he seizes up and comes. The whole time he feels his thighs burn from how back they've been pushed, whimpering when he registers the sting of Geto thrusting into him like a dull ache now when the fuzz of his orgasm calms down. He can hear the chant of his own name, muttered desperately over and over while teeth scrape his neck. Kisses that burn, pressing against his jaw and his lips while he tries to clumsily meet them. Anything to feel Geto more, anything to breathe him in. Gojo feels Geto's rhythm falter when he kisses back and tightens his grip on dark locks, feels him groan against his lips and spill as he reaches his limit too. He can feel the hot sticky mess of come and lube paint his insides, and start to dribble out when Geto even tries to pull out after a second.

Normally he'd be a little annoyed, complaining about the mess Geto made even when the guy would have the audacity to look pleased. Right now though, this is exactly what he wanted. He wanted Geto to bury himself deeper and stay that way, make a home inside Gojo, stay and never leave.

They were going to get married after all, he was allowed to get a little sentimental.

"You're crushing me Suguru."

"Mmm, you'll live. Stop whining."

"Eh? I'm taking back my proposal. Maybe I shouldn't have known we were together, I was better off living in ignorance because my boyfriend is such an asshole."

A sharp pinch to his waist and Gojo whines in complaint, scowling at Geto.

"It took me forgetting everything short of my own name for you to realize that we've been together for half of our lives."

"Okay and I said I was sorry!? Stop bringing that up."

Geto laughs, kissing him slowly and making him loose his scowl, breathing out a laugh. He lets the kiss deepen, runs his fingers through Geto's hair and wraps his legs around the other, pulling him to rest his full weight on top of Gojo even though he was just complaining about being crushed.

"I was thinking about including that in our vows." Geto teases him. "Deserves to be recorded and brought up until we grow old and croak, how you missed every single cue about us and—"

His words are cut short by Gojo clamping a hand over his mouth, groaning loudly to cover up his noises. "Shut up already! I hope you croak first just for that." He shrieks and lets go when teeth nip the meat off his palm and Geto grabs his hand and holds it away, grinning down at him.

"You hope I die first? How cruel Satoru."

Gojo rolls his eyes, cheeks heating up "Not even going to visit your grave when you do."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm." he chases another kiss, to wipe that fond smile off of Geto's face. "You're not going to anyway, until I do."

"Hope this isn't your idea of romance." Geto says back, narrowing his eyes playfully. "But I guess I'm stuck with you anyway, like always."

That was a nice thought, them stuck together forever. More things to look forward too and many more mishaps to endure in their day to day sorcerer lives. The way it started back in high school, and that's the way it would go on for the two strongest until the end.

Of course, one such mishap happens just two months after their wedding.

"So, you're telling me." Gojo Satoru squints at this new face in-front of him, exuding the most amount of cursed energy he's never seen from anyone else but himself. Long dark hair, the jujutsu tech uniform and a smile that looks far too pleased to be trusting. He looked good, familiar in a way he couldn't place when he stares into honey brown eyes that make him want to squirm with its intensity. "We're married?"

He woke up in the infirmary, remembering Shoko and everyone and everything else but feeling like there was something vital missing in his brain after that encounter with a weird curse, the details too fuzz to recall. Shoko had muttered something about how it was made to make him forget the most important thing in the world to him, and gagged to herself when this guy had walked in and Gojo announced out loud he had no idea who he was.

"This is your problem" Shoko had said loudly, after giving the man a whispered, quick run down of everything and stalking outside before she had to deal with more of this.

Gojo couldn't keep his eyes off of him, he's never been interested in another person like this before but the moment their eyes met he'd relaxed. His cheeks had heat up and his heart beat fast, like he was some lovesick teenager.

Geto Suguru smiles finally, leaning into Gojo's space with a saccharine smile that looked like they harbored no good intentions at all. "We are married, yes. You'll remember soon enough Satoru."

Gojo looks at him, feeling his neck burn at the too sensual pronunciation of his given name and scowling. "But I'm not gay."

The words only serve to please Geto more, who looked like this was the most amusing thing that had happened to him in long while, taking Gojo's hand deliberately and showing off the contrast of their rings. Gold against the silver on his and something in his blocked memory tugs, protests against this.

Gojo looks at him, helpless, flustered and annoyed especially because infinity hadn't fought against this guy even once. Geto only holds back a laugh at how quickly his husband snatches back his hand, looking at his fingers like they were burning just by the contact.

How cute. Looks like it was his turn to have some fun.

No harm in that though. After all Geto knew Gojo would never really forget him.

Just like he wouldn't either, body and soul, beyond life and death.