characters: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto x Toji Fushiguro x GN!Reader
summary and warnings: grown ass men acting like dogsđđ, poly relationship, they/them pronouns for reader, swearing
title inspired by Two - bbno$
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Having three partners was... a lot to say the least.
First, you have Satoru Gojo, the strongest, but also the clingest. Can't leave you alone for one second.
"Baby? It's hug time!~"
"Let's watch a movie, baby!"
"Oh, you're back! I missed you so, so, so, so, so, so much!"
Secondly, Suguru Geto, a stubborn and selfish prick. He acted like he was the only one you were dating.
"Hands off, Satoru. Mine. My partner."
"That guy just looked at you... Shall I send a curse after him?"
"Give me them, Toji. Sweetheart wants my love."
And finally, Toji Fushiguro, who couldn't be more of a tsundere. But you found his frown cute.
"Why are ya gettin' up so early, sugar? It's the weekend. You got insomnia or somethin'?"
"Don't go off to work without givin' me a kiss, dumbass."
"Why the hell would I let ya paint my nails?"
...
"Is there black nail polish?"
It was cute when you got home from work late and they were all cuddled up together on the bed though. Satoru was drooling while Suguru's face was pressed against his cheek as if he fell asleep while kissing Satoru, one of Toji's arms was spread out like it was waiting for someone to join them.
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created by sunnywrotethisâ
2025
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Love is a tricky thing.
Itâs supposed to be soft, gentle. Itâs supposed to be the warmth of a hand on your cheek, the quiet assurance that someone is watching over you. But sometimes, love is a cage. Sometimes, it is hands gripping too tightly, pulling you back from the ledge before youâve even had a chance to decide if you want to jump.
Suguru Geto loves like that. Like a force of nature. Like inevitability.
He has always been protectiveâof Satoru, of his classmates, of you. Maybe too much. Maybe in ways that feel suffocating, but never quite enough to make you pull away. Because how could you? How could you resent someone who looks at you like you are the last pure thing in a world that is constantly trying to ruin itself?
He doesnât just want to keep you safe. He wants to keep you untouched.
And that is where things begin to crack.
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âYou donât need to come,â you tell him once, tugging at the sleeve of his uniform as he moves toward the door.
Suguru doesnât stop. He doesnât even hesitate. âIâm coming.â
You sigh, because of course he is.
The mission isnât even that dangerousâjust a low-grade curse outside of town, something you could handle on your own. But Suguru doesnât care about classifications. Doesnât care that youâre more than capable of taking care of yourself.
He has already made his decision.
So you walk together, side by side, his presence a quiet thing that presses against your ribs, a reminder that he is always watching. Always keeping you within armâs reach.
And you wonder if he even notices. If he even realizes how often he places himself between you and the world, how often he moves first, reacts first, takes the blow before you even realize thereâs danger.
It is not nQ&Aormal, this level of devotion. It is not sustainable.
But he does it anyway.
And you let him.
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The first time you argue about it, itâs not even about you. Itâs about Satoru. About their shared burden, about the weight of being strong in a world that expects them to bear the impossible.
âYou canât save everyone,â you tell him.
Suguruâs expression is unreadable. He is good at thatâkeeping his emotions folded neatly inside himself, like pressed sheets that will only unravel when no one is looking.
âYou say that like I donât already know.â
âDo you?â You step closer, searching his face. âBecause it doesnât seem like it. It seems like youâre still trying to hold everything together by yourself."
He looks at you then, really looks at you.
âYou donât understand,â he says quietly. âI have to.â
And you realize, with a sudden, awful clarity, that this is not just about protecting you.
That this is not just about keeping you safe.
This is about him. About the guilt curdling inside his chest, the way he still hears the voices of the people he couldnât save.
He is trying to make up for something.
And you donât know if he ever will.
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Suguru doesnât sleep much.
You notice it in the way he carries himself, in the way his hands shake when he thinks no one is looking. He still smiles, still jokes, still acts like the same boy youâve always known. But something is different.
Something is breaking.
âI can take care of myself,â you tell him one night, voice barely above a whisper.
He is sitting on the edge of the bed, hands folded between his knees, eyes trained on the floor.
âI know.â
âThen whyââ
âBecause I need to.â
It is not an answer. Not really. But it is all he gives you.
And you think: This is not protection. This is fear disguised as love.
You donât know how to fix it.
So you let him stay.
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It happens gradually, then all at once.
The world tilts, the ground shifts, and Suguru is no longer the boy who laughed with you under the stars, who stole bites of your food when you werenât looking, who stood too close but never close enough.
He is something else now.
Something colder.
You see it in his eyes, in the way his fingers tighten around the edge of his sleeve, in the way he looks at the world as if it has already disappointed him.
âYouâre scaring me,â you whisper one day, after everything. After Riko, after the silence, after the distance that has grown between you like a chasm too wide to cross.
Suguru exhales slowly, tilts his head, considers you. âI donât want you to be afraid of me.â
âThen stop giving me a reason to be.â
And for the first time, he hesitates. Just for a second. Just long enough for you to wonder if there is still a part of him left that wants to stay.
But then he says, âI canât.â
And that is the end of it.
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There is a version of this story where Suguru does not leave. Where he stays, where he listens, where he does not let the weight of the world crush him beyond recognition.
But that is not this version.
This version ends with his back turned, with your fingers curling into your palms as you watch him walk away,
with the realization that no matter how much he loved you, no matter how fiercely he tried to keep you safeâ
Some things cannot be saved.
Not even by him.
Not even by love.
And the cruelest part?
You understand.
You understand why.
And it doesnât make it hurt any less.
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