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Honestly i will never understand the hate for GojoHime.. Like i don't really ship but them but i still don't understand the hate for them to be honest
an idea for a gojohime idol au story (because I noticed there aren't many), Hime is a child idol and has many fans, but at the age of 20 she is attacked by a sasaeng, and because of the scar on her face she begins to being criticized on the internet, she is forced to retire (the ceo is the director of the kyoto school), utahime becomes a teacher and goes to work at a children's school (yes, her class has to be the kyoto students, the version their baby must be cute). There she meets the school nurse, Shoko, and they become best friends, and another teacher, younger than her, Gojo, who is secretly a fan of hers, the two get involved after a lot of fighting.
Someone please write about this, and if you have a similar story tell me, sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language.
The reason Gojohime is perfect is that every day, Utahime would try to kill Gojo in a different way lol
(im not crying ur crying)
(Jk only shoko and utahime are crying)
Multishippers wya?? (Everyone else please don't kill me 🥺🥺)
(Also I lowkey like gojohime but irl that man is not str8 enough to date any women I'm sorry)
when u revive from hiatus purgatory because you have a new ship. enjoy sum GojoHime AU.
My cintiq aint working so I'm working on my ipad for now. Anyway, have Genshin Gojohime AU. Satoru is the Electro Archon and Utahime is his priestess. Together they've been guiding Inazuma to eternity for 2000 years.
Exta hc's and rambles
Gojo used to be quite a selfish being, wanting eternity for only himself, until Utahime came into his life and acted as a bridge to humanity for him during the Archon war
Utahime is a sword user. Her weapon is the boobasword that's pulled out of Baal's chest. She even summons it the same way. She pulls her sword out of her god's chest
Gojo has asked Utahime to marry him many, many times. After the Archon war, before they go to sleep, during the Lunar New Years Festival. And every time, Utahime has refused. Gojo has remained undeterred after two thousand years of rejection.
Utahime has a lot of battle scars from the Archon War and beyond. She isn't ashamed of them and wears them proudly. However, the sight causes Gojo's protective instincts act up and as a result, when Gojo isn't acting as leader of thee country, he can be seen clinging to Utahime at the Grand Narukami Temple while she's working.
Utahime has been kept alive by Gojo's power through the years, as she is the one person he never wishes to part with.
They're actually grandparents. Their son, Yuta, before his death, was noted to have a bleeding heart for children in distress and has adopted many children
Currently, as the Traveller, Yuji, heads over to Inazuma, the country is in a state of lock down after the failed assassination attempt on the Electro Archon that resulted in the coma of the Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine (Utahime). In addition, the Electro Archon has put forth the Vision Hunt Decree where all Vision wielders must surrender their visions to him. A rebellion is now brewing not only amongst the country's citizens, but also in the royal family where its members are torn between their love for their patriarch and frustration at his paranoia and control.
Gojo's actually a p chill dude. He wasn't always a control freak, but multiple events have pushed him to this point. Utahime, being comatosed, isn't around to tell him no, and their grandchildren's attempts to calm him down aren't working
oh yeah I should probably talk about who the grandkids are. It's most of the Kyoto and Tokyo students. Blame Yuta. He's the one who adopted them all and left all the raising to his parents when he kicked the bucket.
Should Nobara be Goro? Idk bro, but I think she'd look really good with fox ears and tail.
oh yeah Yuji's the traveller. Sukuna is the Abyss Prince. Idk who Paimon is. Maybe there isn't even a Paimon in this au.
oh god i need to catch up to inazuma in game jfc i dont want spoilers
GoUta Week 2021 Day 2: Celebrity AU
Gojohime Childhood Friends AU
Genderbend Gojohime AU
La-hee Don huera evi foh la
--Gojo during the Jujutsu Talent Contest
For villainhours on twitter who requested GojoHime Acting AU for the goutagiftexchange Twas a pleasure to work on this!!!
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I feel like maybe a reason why Utahime isn’t awed by Gojo’s powers and stuff is cause she knows that with her technique, he can do better.
Why be in awe of something that isn’t in its best form yet? (even more so that the enhancement is done with your technique)
GOJOHIME/GOUTA FANS HELP ME!! I NEED FICS AND GOOD FICS WHICH ARE REALLY GOOD TO THEM AND ARE COMPLETE.
Please 🥺 recommend some good ones, I will even go to Wattpad (🥲) to read.
This is one of my favourite crackship from jjk and I just love these two together, there is something there which fills the gap in my heart. (I am bi, I love a man and woman together if I can.)
Gouta fic recommendation: binding vows by silvershine (is a must read) plus the companion one shot.
Been there done that 👍👍
It was awesome though and is probably post canon for me. 🩵
home sweet home | series masterlist
Gojo Satoru x Reader/OC {Small Town au}
Home is where your Heart is.
🌿 Pairing Small town au! - Doctor!Gojo Satoru x Teacher&Painter!OC/Reader; Doctor!Gojo Satoru x Dancer!Utahime Iori
🌿 Summary
Satoru, or more formally known as Dr. Gojo was a great doctor from the big city. He lived a life that everyone thought was perfect: he worked at the city hospital, lived in a beautiful apartment in the center and was engaged to Utahime Iori. However, he had a big secret that he hid from everyone, which is that Satoru was actually already married to his childhood friend who he left behind in his hometown. And now, it's time for Gojo to face the past and the choices he made, especially his beloved wife.
🌿 Warnings [+18], smut, mature themes, angst, cigarettes and smoking, drugs, drinking/alcohol, adultery, commitment issues, marriage problems, divorce, death, illness and chronic disease, miscarriage, family drama, angst with a happy ending; (more to be added)
🌿 Additional Things fluff, romance, slow burn, slice of life, friends to lovers (sort of), she falls first but he falls harder, gojo is an arrogant with good heart, flashbacks, small town life; (more to be added)
🌿 Inspired In Sweet Home Alabama, Desperate Housewives, Gilmore Girls and Breakfast at Tiffany’s;
🌿 Chapters
Chapter I “Get Out of My Life”
Chapter II …
Chapter III …
Chapter IV …
Chapter V …
Chapter VI …
Chapter VII …
Chapter VIII …
Chapter IX …
Chapter X …
© rideofthevalkyriess. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, translate, or modify my work without permission. dividers credit. thanks for reading! S2
home sweet home | chapter I
🌿 Pairing Small town au! - Doctor!Gojo Satoru x Teacher&Painter!OC/Reader; Doctor!Gojo Satoru x Dancer!Utahime Iori
🌿 Summary Satoru, or more formally known as Dr. Gojo was a great doctor from the big city. He lived a life that everyone thought was perfect: he worked at the city hospital, lived in a beautiful apartment in the center and was engaged to Utahime Iori. However, he had a big secret that he hid from everyone, which is that Satoru was actually already married to his childhood friend who he left behind in his hometown. And now, it's time for Gojo to face the past and the choices he made, especially his beloved wife.
🌿 Words 4.7k
🌿 Warnings [+18], smut, mature themes, angst, cigarettes and smoking, drugs, drinking/alcohol, adultery, commitment issues, marriage problems, divorce, death, illness and chronic disease, miscarriage, family drama, angst with a happy ending; (more to be added)
🌿 Author's Note Welcome to the first chapter of my new series!! I was inspired by one of my favorite comedies, Sweet Home Alabama. It's not the first time I've written, but it's the first time I've published, so please be patient. I also gave the reader a name as this makes writing easier for me. I hope you enjoy!
Satoru Gojo's life had fallen into chaos and it was entirely his fault.
But no one who knew him would claim that, as he was deceptive and good at keeping up appearances.
To the people who know him, Satoru, or more formally Dr. Gojo, is a great doctor in the city of Boston, his speciality being cardiology. He work in the city central hospital and live in a newly renovated old flat near Beacon Hill.
In his free time, he plays basketball and enjoys learning languages, most recently German. Satoru didn't have a large social circle, as most of his friends were in the world of medicine. And according to these same friends, Gojo was choleric, perfectionist and impatient, which made him a difficult person to approach; but deep down, he just took his job very seriously.
The news that the hospital nurses were gossiping about was this: Dr. Gojo was engaged to Utahime Iori and they were going to get married the next summer.
Such gossip was always accompanied by the story of how they met. It was a night when Gojo was on a night shift and Utahime was admitted to the emergency room with a knee injury caused by a fall while dancing. She was - and still is - a dancer by profession and well known for it. It turned out that it was Satoru who attended to her that night, and after a very promising diagnosis followed by release, the two exchanged contacts.
Their relationship developed ardently and quickly, like the rhythm of the great city of Boston. It had only been a year since they met and they already had a wedding date set, much to the delight of Utahime's wealthy family.
However, his relationship with Utahime and the gossip about him were of little concern to Satoru. In fact, there was one secret that kept his mind occupied during the day and robbed him of sleep at night, and that was this: He was already a married man.
And well married, to his childhood friend whom he had left behind in his old and insignificant - in his eyes - hometown.
But no one in Boston even dreamed or imagined that Dr. Gojo had such a deep and striking stain on his past as that of a failed marriage, so he secretly met with Hiromi Higuruma, a lawyer who specialised in divorces.
Specialised or not, the truth was that Higuruma was a shark when it came to his clients and was the best lawyer in his law firm - and the most expensive too. It was he who discreetly prepared Satoru's divorce papers and encouraged him to take the papers personally to his wife, much to his client's displeasure.
“You know, Dr Gojo, I think it would be a good idea if you handed over the divorce papers in person and had a heart-to-heart talk with your wife. I think you two must have a lot to discuss.” Higuruma advised as he gave him the papers.
“I can't think of anything we need to talk about.” Satoru contested, looking away towards the office windows. It was storming outside and the wind was howling.
“Believe me when I say that divorcing couples always have something to say to each other. How long has it been since you last spoke? Two years? Maybe three?”
“Two years and a half.” Gojo quickly corrected, making the lawyer frown.
“...Well, think about my advice, will you? And you'll see that things will work out.”
That evening, when Satoru returned to his flat, he discovered that although the divorce papers were light, the weight they represented in his life was overwhelming.
He put them down on the desk in his bedroom, and there they stayed for a few weeks, robbing him of his peace and sleep.
Until one night, he decided to put an end to his misery - and insomnia - and return to his hometown, Fairview.
In the early hours of the morning when Gojo made his decision, he was very agitated. He emptied half his wardrobe, even though he only intended to be out of the city for a week. He vacuumed the entire house, even though he had a maid who could do the job for him. And he washed the car, even though it was spotless.
At dawn, Satoru called his fiancée to tell her of his decision, while he prepared the food for the trip, which was going to be a long one. And upon hearing her fiancé's decision, Utahime was less than pleased.
“Why? Why all of a sudden?” She asked alarmed through the phone.
“I want to visit my family before we get married.” Gojo replied quickly, while preparing the sandwiches and a salad. “That way I can announce the engagement to them.” He concealed it.
«Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Uta.» Satoru thought to himself. «If you knew what was waiting for me in Fairview, you wouldn't say something like that.»
“Some things have to be said in person.” Gojo hid, as he finished preparing his food and carried his bags to the car. “Don't worry, I'll be back in a week.”
And although Satoru had made a promise to his fiancée, it would be broken for the most unimaginable reasons.
“I swear I'm going to get grey hair before I'm forty if you continue to get on my nerves like this.”
“But that's a good thing, we will match.” He joked, sitting down in the driver's seat of the car with a smile on his lips.
“That's not funny.” Muttered Utahime. “Drive slowly. And watch out for wild animals.”
“I will.” Satoru reassured her. “I'll let you know when I arrive. I love you, Uta”
She didn't reply, but she didn't have to. Gojo knew her feelings, which were now a mixture of love and anger. He knew that she found it difficult to reveal her emotions, which often led to misunderstandings. But deep down, she loved him and was very worried about him.
When the call ended, Satoru turned on the car and pulled his vehicle out of the carpark of his apartment.
The nervousness that had plagued him all night had ceased after talking to Utahime, whose voice always calmed him down, no matter what her mood. More calm, Gojo had the chance to enjoy the cool morning breeze and appreciate the beginning of spring.
The big city was as busy as ever.
Traffic and shops were in full swing early in the morning, and this was the pace of life that Satoru admired, liked and desired.
As Satoru left the city centre and headed for the suburbs, the city rush diminished. But it was still beautiful in his eyes, because it was an interesting mix of the urban and the countryside. Big and small houses, with perfectly tended gardens and families straight out of a soap commercial. Perhaps one day, when he grew old, he would experience that lifestyle.
When Satoru left the populated areas for the motorway, he saw little more than green forests just awakened from the harsh winter.
The rest of the journey remained like that, accompanied by the trees and the radio, playing classics from the eighties and nineties.
Gojo knew he was in town the moment he spotted a large wooden sign painted in white, announcing "Welcome to Fairview, land of sailors and crabs", much to his displeasure and annoyance.
It was dusk by the time Satoru reached the center of the small town that had once, long ago, been his home.
Near the beach, he saw the theater built on a pier, suspended over the sea. There he had unique memories of his teenage years, where life seemed easier and simpler. Satoru also appreciated the cathedral, illuminated by the fiery colours of the sunset, in the heart of the city.
And deep in his heart, Satoru knew that he missed his town, but at the same time, it was this very community that made his spirit and heart sick.
However, this was not the time for him to feel sentimental and nostalgic, as there were more important matters that called him to reason.
Satoru drove to his old home, which he had bought together with his wife in their first years of marriage.
The house itself was nothing luxurious. In fact, it was a very old cottage, located at the entrance to the forest that surrounded Fairview. On arriving at the house, Gojo decided to appreciate - or rather judge - the place that brought back so many memories.
Although the house was small, its grounds were so vast that they followed the forest. Close to the cottage, there was a small lake with a newly built pier, which gave the place its charm. A small greenhouse was built on the other side of the lake, with walls and roof made of glass, supported by white painted steel.
The cottage was still exactly as Satoru remembered. Small and tall, painted white and decorated with reddish bricks that matched the thatched roof. The windows and door remained the same, made of light wood and very traditional.
On the porch of the house, illuminated by fairy lights and decorated with a very nice garden table set, a dog was lying down resting peacefully when he heard Satoru's footsteps.
The dog, a German shepherd, quickly lifted his head and his eyes went wide, like lamps, when he saw Satoru approaching the porch. With his ears raised towards the strange man, the shepherd began to bark quietly, like a whisper, warning him not to go near the house.
Gojo, on seeing that large, unfamiliar dog, was startled to think that his wife no longer lived there. His wife wasn't the type to like such ferocious animals and this dog was very different from the beagle she used to own.
“You're not Maple.” Satoru muttered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
As soon as Gojo had spoken, the dog got up and started barking loudly, warning its owner that there was an intruder on the property. He reflexively moved away and decided it wasn't wise to approach the beast.
Realising that he wouldn't be able to reach the front door, Satoru decided to try the back door, which was always unlocked. As he walked to the back garden, he noticed something that made him hopeful again. In the garage, which was always open, was his wife's old car, a 2000s platinum-coloured Mercedes that had belonged to her mother.
The interior of the house remained the same as he remembered it. The floor and doors were made of oak wood, which matched the coffee table and shelves occupied by books and trinkets. The sofa was large and cream-coloured, as were the old walls. The ceiling was adorned with vertical wooden beams the same colour as the floor. And in the center of the room was a very old fireplace made of white stone with a stove in its interior.
A picture frame with a photograph from their honeymoon was carefully placed on top of the fireplace. Satoru smiled slightly and carefully picked up the frame to take a good look at the photograph he hadn't seen for years.
The photo was taken in Greece, near the Aegean Sea, on a very hot summer's day. Gojo remembers that his wife felt very happy that day, in her translucent white beach dress and her hair blowing in the wind, as she searched for shells and whelks in the sand. And he also remembers his wife complaining about the sunburn she got, later in the evening.
“Satoru?” A female voice spoke, drawing him away from his memories.
Gojo put the photograph back where it belonged and turned to face his wife, with whom he hadn't spoken for over two years.
With his discerning eyes, he judged and admired her from top to bottom.
To Satoru's eyes, his Emma looked very different and at the same time very similar to the one of his memories. She was wearing a light blue painting apron, all stained with paint, as was her face, which had traces of oil paint. Her blonde hair was quite long, down to her waist, and tangled into a braid. Emma appeared to have lost a lot of weight and her face was more defined and tired, with dark circles under her eyes.
For Emma, if it hadn't been for Satoru's height and unique silver hair, she wouldn't have recognised him.
«Is he taller? No, he's stronger.» It was the first thing she noticed. The truth was, since his departure to Boston, Gojo looked herculean and healthy. The second thing Emma noticed was his beautiful, captivating eyes, and how much she missed having them around. Eyes embellished with delicate silver lashes that made him look divine.
But, in the back of Emma's conscience, there was a small voice telling her that her husband hadn't come back for the best reasons or because he desired her again.
«I know you want something from me, I just don't know what it is. Yet.» She reflected, as she watched Gojo smile widely.
“Hello honey, how have you been?” He greeted her teasingly, leaving Emma perplexed.
“What are you doing here? How did you get into my house?”
“Through the back door. You should be more careful, anyone can get in that way.” Satoru explained, slowly approaching his wife.
“You've got a lot of nerve telling me that when you've just broken into my house! Through the back door!” Emma said, raising her voice as she pointed in the direction of the laundry room.
“I know, that's why I'm warning you.” The man teased, boldly sitting down on the sofa.
Emma sighed at his audacity and put her hands to her head, trying to keep calm and avoid committing an offence.
“What are you really doing here, Satoru?”
Gojo, still sitting on the sofa, reached into his backpack and pulled out a set of papers, placing them on the coffee table.
“I want a divorce, Emma.” He revealed in a serious, firm tone of voice, which made Emma smile and relax.
“You wish.”
«Ah, so that's what your visit is all about.» Emma thought, relieved, as she left the room and went to the kitchen to wash her hands from the ink.
And Satoru, who didn't appreciate her response, stood up and followed her quickly.
“You don't have to make this any more complicated than it already is, honey. There are three copies, one for me, one for you and one for the lawyers.” He retorted. “I even made sure to tick it to make it easier.”
Emma looked at the papers in her husband's hands and didn't know whether to feel upset that he had insinuated that she was slow, or that he had shown up years later asking for a divorce.
She started laughing in disdain and disbelief.
“What?”
“You've got a lot of nerve for coming home, three years after you left, asking me for a divorce.”
“Are you complaining now?”
“Not really, I just expected something more extravagant coming from you.” Confronted Emma. “I'm not signing those papers. They're not in my interest.”
Out of frustration, Satoru started rubbing his hands over his face, trying to moderate the throbbing pain in his head.
“Come on Emma, why do you have to be so stubborn? Don't you want to leave this phase of your life in the past and start again?”
Emma, who had just washed her ink-stained hands, was furious at Gojo's words and accidentally broke a mug that was lying in the sink, causing the German shepherd to start barking anxiously outside.
“I don't remember you asking my opinion or worrying about me when you left. Or when you decided that Fairview was no longer your home. You made that decision all by yourself! My God, Bear, shut up!” Emma scolded nervously.
An uncomfortable silence fell over the kitchen.
“Sorry, he's nervous because he doesn't know you and we're arguing.” Said the woman with a tired tone and looking away from her husband.
“What happened to Maple?” Satoru asked, looking at the dog, who was also staring at him through the window.
“She died in her sleep. You weren't here…”
Gojo stared at his wife patiently and saw that her eyes were watery, as if she was about to cry. He could tell that Emma was still suffering. And even Satoru couldn't help but feel sad about the death of Maple, who had been a good and special dog and was present in many of their memories.
From the window, it was evident that the sun had hidden and the night reigned outside. Looking at his wristwatch, Satoru realised it was already late and grabbed his backpack, preparing to leave.
“I'll leave the papers with you, make sure you sign them.”
Emma went into the living room and leaned against one of the pieces of furniture, admiring him again.
“If you leave it here, I'll put it in the fireplace.” Warned Emma with a provocative little smile, which made Satoru sigh and put his backpack down on the sofa.
“Why do you have to be so difficult?” He grumbled. “All right, until you sign them, I'm not leaving.” Gojo said, shamelessly sitting down on the couch.
“Careful, that sounds tempting to me.” Emma teased, approaching him. “Go stay with your mother. I'm sure she doesn't know you're in town.”
Satoru remained in silent and that was all Emma needed to hear.
“Satoru, please.”
He just handed her a pen, which made her even more frustrated.
“Do as you wish.” She said with a long sigh and turned away from him.
But Emma wasn't someone who gave up easily or declared defeat after a lost battle.
Cunningly and discreetly, she picked up the landline that was resting on one of the tables in the living room and locked herself in the bedroom, making an unusual call. And there she waited, until she began to hear loud sirens and flashing lights.
“I hope you've got something striped in that bag, it'll come in handy.” Emma joked, leaving the bedroom to the living room, where Satoru had been sitting on the sofa until then.
“Why would I-” Satoru complained, but stopped the instant he heard the deafening sirens of the police car. “You called the police? You know very well that the chief hates me!”
“And with good reason.”
Few stories of rebelliousness could surpass those of Satoru during his teenage years. He was someone who collected achievements like a stamp collector. But despite the wide variety of stories, none surpassed the night he drank too much - as he never had in his life - and stole a car owned by Masamichi Yaga, the chief of the police of Fairview.
What happened that night remains a mystery, but Gojo recalls rallying the car up a hill away from the town. By the end of the night, the vehicle was completely wrecked. Yaga never found out who had committed the crime, but he had strong suspicions.
“Hey Emma, I heard your call on the radio.” Satoru would recognise Suguru's sweet, concerned voice anywhere. “What's happened?”
“The intruder is in the living room. You can take him with you.” Emma explained, making Suguru confused and wrinkling his forehead.
Geto walked heavily to the living room due to his uniform and the tiredness of a long day's work. But all the fatigue and exhaustion quickly disappeared when he ran into his old friend Satoru.
“Satoru?!”
“Hey, it's been a while.” Greeted Satoru excitedly, and moved to give his old childhood friend a strong hug.
After a long hug and a few pats on the back, they separated. Emma enjoyed the reunion of these two tall, strong men, and felt nostalgic about her youth. Until Suguru decided to ask the question of millions.
“You look well. Where have you been?” Suguru asked, making Emma and Satoru look at each other intensely.
“Boston.” Gojo said, looking at Emma. “From what I see, you're still a policeman.”
“Yeah. They pay me well to walk around the city.” Geto jokes, fixing his uniform. “My God, Em, you scared the shit out of me. You know how worried I get about you living alone in such an isolated place.”
“Suguru, be a little more professional. You're handling the suspect of a crime.”
“She doesn't live that isolated. On the way here I saw that they had built two new housing developments nearby.” Satoru replied, leaning against the back of the sofa.
“Still, she's a woman who lives alone in the middle of nowhere.” Suguru reminded him. “She's vulnerable here.”
“Vulnerable? Haven't you seen the wolf she has outside?”
“Excuse me! Firstly, Bear is not a wolf but a German shepherd. Secondly, I don't understand why I'm the subject of this conversation. And thirdly, Suguru, please, get him out of here!” Protested Emma, pointing her finger at Gojo.
“She's right Satoru, you can't force your way into a house.”
“But I didn't break in, I came in through the back door.” Satoru revealed with an insolent smile, causing Suguru to look in disbelief at Emma.
“Really? I already warned you to lock the doors, Em. You should be more careful.” Suguru reminded with a firm voice tone, making Emma feel ashamed. “As for you, this isn't your home anymore, you can't come and go as you please, Satoru. I will have to escort you out.”
“Use the handcuffs, please.” Emma says with a teasing manner. Gojo gave her a perplexed look.
“Suguru, if you can get her to sign these papers, I'll let you run me out of town.” Satoru suggested with a smile on his lips, staring at his wife.
Emma recognized that cheeky grin, full of insistence and the threat of turning lives into a living hell.
«No one so arrogant should have such a charming smile.» Emma thought, looking away from her husband.
“Papers? What papers?” Suguru asked, as Satoru grabbed the documents and handed them to the policeman.
“This is a private matter, Suguru.” She said, feeling uncomfortable as she watched Geto read the documents.
“A divorce application?” Questioned the policeman, looking bewilderedly at Satoru. He then turned to Emma, still surprised. “I thought you'd taken care of this.”
“Me too…”
“Clearly not.” Satoru objected.
“If you two are still married, it's his house too, Em. This is a domestic dispute.” Geto said slowly.
“...He didn't hit you, did he? If he did, I'll take him to the police station.” Suguru declared, leaving Satoru with a tense expression and a furrowed forehead.
The two men stared at her, tense and suspicious of each other.
“No Suguru, Satoru never hit me.” Emma confessed, to the relief of the two men. That was the truth, and although Gojo had many and countless flaws, being violent certainly wasn't one of them.
But the mood for nostalgia had cooled and an uncomfortable silence settled over the living room.
“Well, you two have a lot to catch up on. I'd better go.”
“Suguru, wait! Please don't do this to me! Take him away!” Emma asked anxiously.
“You make me crazy! Sign the damn papers!” Satoru asked Emma.
“There's nothing I can do. The law is the law.” Geto said, pointing at Gojo. “And he hasn't done anything wrong.”
Nimbly, Emma moved and stood between Suguru and the front door, blocking his passage.
“Please, Suguru!” Emma begged, rubbing her palms together. “If you won't take him to the police station, at least get him off my property. I can't get stressed out.”
Suguru looked at Emma closely and saw that she was desperate and distressed, noticing the dark circles under her eyes.
He let out a long sigh and scratched his forehead with his thumb - as he used to do.
“Satoru, I think we should go out and have a drink, what do you say?”
“Wait, are you kicking me out? You can't do that.”
“No, I don't have the authority to do that. I'm giving you advice, because you're being an ass.” Suguru responded, with Emma glaring at the two men. “It's getting late, and I'm sure this discussion can wait until tomorrow.”
Gojo rolled his eyes and bowed his head, before grabbing his bag and heading out the back door without saying another word. Meanwhile, Emma and Suguru look at each other smiling once again.
“Thank you.”
“Just be careful. And lock the doors and windows of the house, please.” Suguru warned before going out through the front door to the porch where Bear was.
Geto petted the head of the German shepherd, that wagged its tail happily. Bear had known Suguru since he was a puppy and enjoyed the biscuits the man gave him.
Suguru opened the door and let him in, as it was already cold outside. Fairview might have a mild climate during the day, but it's nights were always freezing, with sharp winds.
Satoru was leaning against his car, enjoying the night. The full moon's moonlight, delicate and shiny, reflected like silver dust over the garden lake. A light fog rose near the forest and in the trees, he could hear owls hooting and flying.
Despite the cold, it was a lovely evening.
“Nice car.” Suguru said, lighting a cigarette.
“Thanks, it's a BMW X7.” Satoru answered, still frustrated. He turned round and saw the patrol car. “Yours isn't too bad either.”
Both remained silent.
“Have you got a place to stay yet?” Suguru asked, taking a drag from his cigarette.
“I'm going to spend the night at the hotel near the beach.”
“Aren't you staying with your mother?” Geto asked, but Satoru didn't answer. “Does she know you're in town?”
“No. I didn't tell her…”
Suguru let out a long sigh and smoked again.
“You should visit them. Megumi talks about you all the time, he misses you.”
Gojo took a deep breath and looked down at his feet, crossing his arms tightly. Geto looked at him with an arched eyebrow.
“Look, a new bar has opened in town. What do you say we go there for a drink and catch up?” Just as he finished speaking, the radio in his uniform sounded, alerting him to a new occurrence. “Looks like we'll have to wait for another time.”
“Hard day?”
“Yes, a very busy one. You must have brought the chaos of the big city with you.” Joked Suguru, finishing his cigarette and dropping it on the floor. “Well, I should go. It was good to see you.”
“You too. Drive safe.” Satoru reminded, because Suguru was a driving maniac. Geto laughed and shook his head as he remembered something.
“Hey, there's a reunion of old friends this weekend. Just people from school and college. Do you want to come?”
“ I don't know if that would be a good idea.”
“It's nothing formal, just a casual get-together of old friends. We'll have dinner at six at Shells n'Roses and then go to a bar for a drink. It's Saturday, in case you change your mind.”
Satoru nodded slightly and the men said goodbye with a pat on the back.
However, even after Geto left, Gojo remained. In the company of the lake and the moon dancing on the water, he rethought his life and his choices. What his life was and what it could be.
From the window, Emma saw Satoru and, although the man seemed eternally beautiful, with the silver moonlight shining on his white hair, she noticed that he seemed melancholic and quiet compared to who he used to be.
Although compassionate, the woman still felt furious and betrayed by her husband's actions and decided to close the curtains and continue her nightly routine.
She had already experienced too many emotions for one night.
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