Chapter Text
Few years ago
Every day was the same. Suguru woke up alone all day feeling deeply sad. It was like a punishment living with their pain and I can't lift a finger to change it. Living that way was more than torment; it was an anguish that seeped into every bone of his body.
He wants run.
“Suguru!" He knew that voice better than he knew himself. It was impossible not to look up and feel drawn to those blue lights. "Get moving now!”
He sighed, as if it had drained all the energy from his body, leaving him breathless.
“Today I'm staying here. But if you want, you can go.” Geto muttered his words tiredly, even though he had slept more than eight hours that night.
“I'm not going anywhere if you don't come with me!” Gojo declared without hesitation. He knew his friend was sad; after all, they had lived together for far too long for Satoru not to notice.
“But…”
"Suguru" He cupped his face in his warm hands, feeling the weight of his love in his soul. "I love you no matter how. Even if you run far away, I will keep you close to me, until you feel safe and loved.
His face burned with shame. Suguru felt something as delicate as porcelain shatter in his heart, was a new feeling. His cheeks flushed, not just from Gojo's hands, but something inside him exploded like fire. They were like two polar opposites, yet somehow only they managed to understand each other so well. Without realizing it, cold tears rolled down Geto's face, increasing the contrast between the two. They were opposites; while one had tears and a cold body, the other was hot like a flame, igniting Suguru's mind without asking permission.
“Satoru” the murmurs, they came from Geto's delicate lips. He was fragile, and Gojo held him close, afraid of breaking him.
“Don't say anything" he hugged your arms. "I know you love, maybe more than me” Gojo’s smile was so content.
Gojo is besotted. Deeply and undeniably passionate. Geto accepted in silence, processing all those words and experiencing a sincere love. He had been in love with Satoru since they were fourteen, when they started studying together. He was always the perfect friend; everyone fell in love with him, it was inevitable. But what Satoru offered him was more than a true friendship; it was something that bordered on unconditional love.
Even when Geto was consumed by depression, he didn't distance himself, because — how could he let someone he loved so much go? — He would never let his man lose to that disease.
By the way…
Depression cannot be cured with love alone. Even if the love Gojo offered Suguru was something beautiful and genuinely pure, it still wasn't enough.
Suguru developed the disorder as a defense mechanism, trying to free others from the pain he carried alone. After his younger sister — Riko Amanai — was murdered before his eyes, his entire world lost its color. Suddenly, everything that had once been bright and radiant, like the child who illuminated his life, became dark and heavy. He truly loved Gojo, more than he loved himself, actually. And that was the problem. That man's life had become a prison within a few months.
They graduated from Jujutsu school and moved in together. Satoru couldn't bear to see his boyfriend living alone and grieving. Besides psychological treatment, Geto needed the support of the other man to feel, even if only slightly, that there was still something tying him to the world.
"I want you to live because you love being here. I don't want you to feel trapped or suffocated because of me." Satoru had said once, and those words settled into the darkest corners of his exhausted mind.
But when Geto was returning from therapy on that rainy evening, walking to meet his boyfriend who had left the house to pick him up along the way, he came across two desolate children.
One of them had bright blue eyes, just like Riko's. The resemblance made his eyes fill with tears that struggled to remain hidden. He sighed and walked a little farther, but the image of those clearly lost children haunted him until he met his boyfriend on the way.
Gojo opened his arms and welcomed the raven-haired man, pressing their cold bodies together in the lingering rainy night.
"How was the session?" he asked, placing a small kiss on his forehead. Even now, that still stirred Geto's heart.
"It was okay," he sighed, uncomfortable as he looked back. The image of those children haunted him so much that he couldn't ignore it.
"Is something bothering you? Hmm?" Satoru tilted his head slightly to look at Geto more clearly.
"There were some children..." he paused, feeling anxious. "Come here." He took the man's hand and began walking back to where he had been five minutes earlier.
Satoru didn't ask any more questions, simply allowing the raven-haired man to guide him wherever he wished.
Suguru stopped where he had been before, searching for the lost children. They were sitting together and seemed to be siblings due to how much they resembled one another. He watched them carefully beneath a concrete overhang, waiting for the rain to stop. Somehow, Gojo seemed to understand his boyfriend's concern and walked with him toward the children.
But it was Geto who spoke first:
"Do you need an umbrella?" His voice was gentle and welcoming, preventing the children from becoming frightened. He handed his umbrella to the little girl whose shoulders were hunched with fear.
"Thank you," she said shyly.
"Are you lost?" This time it was Satoru who spoke.
The boy with the spiky hair shook his head defensively. Gojo sighed because those children looked as if they carried enormous pain in their small hearts, just as Geto carried pain in his own. It made Gojo want to protect them from every evil in the world, and he understood the compassionate look his boyfriend carried. They were so vulnerable.
Something hungry settled in his chest. At that moment, he felt that he would give his life for his boyfriend and those children without hesitation, even though it was the first time he had seen them. It was something insane and incredibly pure, coming directly from his protective heart. He felt capable of giving himself completely for the safety of those pure and traumatized souls.
"We're looking for a place to sleep," the boy answered, holding his sister's hand. He seemed far too mature for someone so young.
Hearing that felt like a punch to Suguru's stomach. He sat beside the children without caring if his clothes got wet.
"I'm Geto, and this is Gojo. We live nearby and we're heading home now. Would you like some help?" he suggested, trying to sound as casual as possible.
Both children seemed hesitant, which was understandable.
"How long have you been living on the streets?" Gojo asked, keeping the same distance as before.
"Since Daddy left," the little girl replied, feeling a bit more comfortable.
They talked with the children for a long time, forgetting about the rest of the world. They learned that the girl's name was Tsumiki and the boy's name was Megumi, and that they really were siblings. After a while, they finally returned home, but now accompanied by two children who strangely resembled Satoru and Suguru. Both carried their own wounds, yet still wandered through the world searching for a place that would see them as resilient human beings rather than merely lost children.
As time passed, life began to gain new colors for Suguru. Not the same colors it had before Riko. But now they shine like Satoru, Megumi, and Tsumiki. Even though the pain of grief never truly disappeared, through years of therapy and the unconditional love of his boyfriend, he learned to carve and polish that rough stone called depression, transforming it into a happiness shaped with care and dedication.
During that process, Geto learned to love not only others, but himself as well. He finally had something that made him want to live—not because he had to, but because he loved it.
Sometimes getting out of bed and brushing his teeth felt harder than winning a war, but Satoru would always be there to carry him in his arms when he couldn't use his own legs. He would be there to brush his teeth and bathe him if necessary. He would always be there. Even when Geto felt like a burden to his beloved, he would never abandon him.
It wasn't easy, nor was it quick, for those children to adapt to their new life. But they, too, were learning that they could still be loved in a world that had hurt them so deeply.
They lived in Sendai now, because Satoru could no longer stand life in the city, and he knew his boyfriend couldn't either. It would also be wonderful for the children to grow up far away from the place that had traumatized them. Gojo used his finances to buy a house large enough for them to live more than comfortably. Yet beyond the enormous structure, nothing was more valuable than the sight of the children running through the house and Suguru's healed smile as he watched them happily.
He approached the raven-haired man and hugged him from behind, allowing himself to breathe in the scent that would comfort him forever.
"I love you more than anything!" Gojo said with a smile, scattering small kisses across his beloved's face.
Geto turned around, now face-to-face with the man he loved most in the entire world. He knew he would love him forever. They didn't need to promise each other anything beyond respect, because everything else would never need to be questioned.
"Satoru," his eyes shone, reflecting the blue glow of the other's eyes. "Thank you so much!" He hugged him tightly, fearing that a simple sigh might carry him away. "I've loved you for so many years, and that will never change. Thank you for loving me so much, sometimes more than I can even understand. Thank you for always being by my side. Thank you for being my one and only love. Thank you for everything you've done and will do for me. Thank you for saving me from myself." His face was covered in tears.
Satoru hugged him even tighter, feeling the weight of every word strike him deeply. He knew how loved he was, but sometimes it still surprised him.
"You were the one who saved me, and you continue to save me every day," he said, pulling back just enough to look perfectly into Geto's face.
Both of their faces were flushed. It felt like the first time they had ever confessed their love to each other. Suguru leaned in without breaking the embrace and pressed his lips against his boyfriend's with unwavering confidence. He was no longer fragile; he would not shatter in that man's arms. He was loved, and he loved with the same intensity—or perhaps even more. His lips moved along a path he knew as well as his own body. Satoru slid his hands down to his boyfriend's waist and kissed him with desire and love. Their kiss was so special because it was a safe place for both of them.
They pulled apart by only a few centimeters, and Suguru scattered kisses all over Satoru's face, watching the other man beam with a radiant smile.
They loved each other, and they would never let that love die.
Gojo looked around for the children and found them hiding behind the porch, watching with mischievous smiles. Tsumiki ran toward them, and Geto immediately opened his arms and picked her up almost automatically. Megumi stood a little farther back with an embarrassed expression. He wasn't very fond of physical affection, but Gojo always picked him up and showered him with kisses until the boy made a grumpy face and ran away. Deep down, though, he loved them both dearly.
"Dad, can we have lunch now?" Tsumiki asked from Geto's arms, squeezing his cheeks and feeling far too comfortable to climb down. Unlike Megumi.
"Of course. Let's go inside, little one!" He set her down on the ground.
"Put me down!" Megumi complained, his spiky hair was just like Gojo's. They shared some charming similarities.
"Only after you ask Daddy properly," Gojo teased, being more childish than his own son.
"Gojo—Dad! Let me go, Dad!"
Satoru's chest warmed in the best possible way upon hearing himself called "Dad." He almost wanted to cry.
In the end, he let Megumi go play with Tsumiki while he helped his boyfriend in the kitchen—specifically by chatting endlessly in his ear. Geto loved hearing his beloved's thoughts, though he would never admit it out loud. Satoru's ego was already inflated enough. Still, it was one of the most pleasant moments of the day. The children played in the living room and watched cartoons while their parents cooked.
Carefully, their lives began to organize themselves, and everything slowly fell into place. The children felt increasingly comfortable and happy, and as a result, their parents did too.
Suguru never stopped attending therapy. Even though years later the depression had been treated, he would carry those wounds forever. So he preferred to continue, learning how to become a better person every day. Little by little, his world gained a new meaning, and the darkness that followed him faded away beneath all the love he had received.
He was grateful to his loved ones and to fate for bringing Satoru Gojo and their children into his life. They illuminated his world in a way no one else ever could.