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portrait of a boy I was never meant to love by Renwritesanime
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
24 Mar 2026
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“Yeah. You too, Mei.” He hangs up, tosses the phone from one hand to the other, and stands a moment in the centre of the foyer. Suguru thinks for a moment that he’s waiting for a round of applause, or perhaps an Oscar delivered on a silver platter.
Keen to stay far away from the train wreck that is Gojo Satoru, Suguru keeps moving. His shoes squeak obnoxiously as they make contact with the polished floor, and he tries to focus on that instead. It doesn’t work, and the further he gets from Satoru, the more his brain seems to lag behind.
Momentarily, he betrays his own judgement and risks a glance over his shoulder, just as Satoru is rolling his head back, staring at the ornate plaster of the ceiling. The way he moves, even when no one is watching, is like his body obeys rules that no one taught him out loud. Suguru despises that he notices. He despises, even more, that the noticing feels like being shocked by a fully-amped fucking taser.///OR: Geto Suguru, a housekeepers son, moves into the Prime Minister’s estate. And then, his son Gojo Satoru happens.
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05 Apr 2026
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“Of course we’ll miss you dummy, but it’s just for a few days, it’s nothing too crucial.” Shoko laughed.
Then Satoru got serious again. “You didn’t understand at all… This isn’t just for a few days…” He said, and Suguru couldn’t read his expression clearly.
“Then how long is it? 2 weeks? 3 weeks?” Suguru tried guessing, still smiling.
“1 year.”
or, Satoru goes on a 1 year long work trip in the U.S.A, while Suguru remains in Japan, yearning for him and reconsidering their "friendship"
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29 Mar 2026
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Handle with Care by aonosumika (porcupina)
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
02 Feb 2026
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Eight months ago, at the tender age of seventeen, Suguru lost his right arm in a terrible accident. Gone was his talent and his love for art and drawing. Sometimes he wonders if he didn't lose his heart, too.
Unable to draw, he turns to watching a lot of anime, reading tons of manga and a bit of fanfics as well. Enter mysterious SixEyes on Ao3.
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15 Mar 2026
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Satoru Gojo is notorious for his work as a hitman, and is, for all intents and purposes, untouchable. Until Suguru Geto finds him during a job and gets closer to killing him than anyone has in eleven years. Less than twenty-four hours later, both of them have an updated hitlist, and they're both at the top of each other's.
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Assassin!Gojo and Assassin!Geto have to put a pause on their game of "Not if I Kill You First" in order to extract one Yuji Itadori from a very shitty situation involving Serial Killer!Sukuna. A tense alliance follows.
In which two lost assassins find a home, and themselves, through each other.
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13 Mar 2026
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“Am I dirty?” he asked before he could think better of it.
Suguru looked him up and down with a curious expression, squinting, searching for something that could explain whatever the hell was going on. “Huh? No… you look fine to me.”
That’s not what I meant. Am I filthy, or am I pure?
“Are—are you sure?” It came out weak, brittle. He lightly unclasped the hand from Suguru’s jacket which he was still holding, leaving it just hovering over the fabric. He was scared he’d burn Suguru again, but he was more scared about being unclean. “What about my hands?”
Without reservation, Suguru gently took Satoru’s hand from the jacket and then lifted the other, still pressed to Satoru’s chest, into his own small palms. He turned his hands till his palms faced God, and Lord, did they burn, but before he could pull back, Suguru held them firmly, thumbs brushing over the lines and grooves of his palms, steady, careful, unflinching.
“All clean, ‘Toru. I promise. See?”
Satoru did not believe him.
Or, Satoru wrestles with God, the Bible, and the slow, undeniable realization that he is in love with his best friend, Suguru.
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27 Feb 2026