Geto Suguru/Gojo Satoru

(Who are you? Choose for yourself)

When Suguru Geto was seriously wounded after his battle with Yuta, he crouched against the wall and awaited his death, but... his former friend and comrade arrived. His heart pounded at the sight of his old friend, but not from fear... no... from a little more than one should feel for one another. -Come on...call me one last name... Gojo simply sat down next to him and quietly spoke the words that had been swirling around in his head and thoughts for so long, words that should have been said earlier, but now... now it's probably too late to change anything. "I love you, Geto Suguru ." Geto's heart sank at the words, and he laughed. Yet, when Geto became even more ill and his mind shut down, Gojo panicked too much; he didn't want to lose him, even after all this. He hoped that everything would change. He scooped Geto up in his arms and ran to Shoko. The morgue. Shoko sits over another deceased mage. She's tired. Gojo bursts into the room. -Shoko... help... After Shoko's reversal magic, she said Geto had a 50/50 chance of surviving. Despair overwhelmed Satoru, and when he couldn't find a pulse, his heart sank. He began performing cardiac massage, trying to bring his friend back, but there was no pulse. Shoko quietly approached. -Satoru... He's no longer with us. -If you don't want to help, go away. Still exhausted, Satoru passed out on Geto's chest. His pulse returned. Suguru opened his eyes and felt a slight pain and warmth in his stomach. He glanced at what had been burning him and discovered Satoru sleeping. -Hey.. Satoru.. Gojo woke up and, noticing Geto was still conscious, immediately burst into tears of relief. He pulled Geto close, squeezing him in an embrace. -Satoru, wait... my ribs hurt... I think I broke them... (Then do it yourself)