Suguru Geto is not a sorcerer anymore. He lives in the Yoyogi neighborhood and works as a teacher in a gymnasium, though Satoru Gojo keeps forgetting what he actually teaches. Still, these are the fragments that come to mind whenever he thinks of him. A teacher at Jujutsu Tech? Yes. Maybe. It would suit him. A teacher at an ordinary school? The image forms, then dissolves, fading like morning fog. Satoru’s headache is building at his temples. The bandages he wraps around his eyes help only a little; his shades did a better job, but they never stay on during fights. Phone is dead. And Ichiji is god knows where and he's here. Standing outside the building with uneven gray patches around each separate window. Second floor, the one to the right. The row that has a plant pot outside hanging with dead flowers. Satoru stares at it for a long minute, maybe two. It's not a dorm a room away, a hallway down, a shitty hotel room in the neighboring city, or prefecture. It's a flat rented in the same city as him, in another world. How to rent an apartment? How to get a job? Satoru knows nothing of it and Suguru mastered it in record time. He's here because he knows Suguru's schedule. That on Tuesdays he's home after five, and he always has takeout, and a stack of films and a good shower, better than the one in the school. The stairs to his place have bitten edges, the railing is always clean but Satoru doesn't touch it either way. Ten stairs per flight, he counts them every time. Hands in the pockets deep, fisted. Head down on his feet first time during the day. It's like it's the first time he's feeling ground under his shoes. The ring is chewed up, too. It's a shitty place, all over. It's close to school, he said once when Satoru asked, breathing the words into the line of his throat. You wouldn't get it. And he's right. Satoru doesn't. But he presses the doorbell all the same. It takes less than a second before the door swings open. Hair half down, eyes soft, only joggers …
somehow forgot today is wip wednesday, and well it is wednesday somewhere right?
the first paragraph of #goge overstimulation one-shot (the one where gojo works very hard to overstimulate his beloved friend who left to be regular teacher) #writing.txt
