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If You Loved Gojo, You Should’ve Cried for Geto Too :
(A eulogy for the other half of the story.)
People talk about Gojo like he’s a myth. A phenomenon. A force.
The strongest.
The honored one.
The boy who walked into battle laughing, who blinded the world and somehow still burned quietly inside.
But nobody talks about Geto.
Not really. Not in the way that counts.
Not in the way you'd talk about someone you lost too young.
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Geto Suguru didn’t fall.
He unraveled.
Piece by piece. Year by year.
Not in one great tragic moment, but in the quiet, steady disillusionment that happens when you love too much in a world that keeps asking you to be okay with cruelty.
He was the best of them, once.
Sharp. Kind. Smiling. He used to laugh so loudly it echoed. He used to believe in saving people.
Until belief wasn’t enough anymore.
Until the children kept dying, and no one cared unless they were born with power.
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And what do you do when you’re powerless in your grief?
You either collapse…
Or you radicalize.
Geto didn’t want to destroy the world.
He wanted to make it stop.
He wanted silence after years of screaming.
Peace after endless loss.
A future where the people he loved could live without watching civilians beg them for help and then flinch at their existence.
That kind of hope can rot you from the inside out.
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They always say Geto left Gojo.
But maybe Gojo left him first.
Not on purpose.
Not by choice.
But when Gojo became the strongest, Geto became the one standing still.
Watching his best friend evolve into something divine while he stayed painfully, helplessly human.
And Gojo Satoru kept moving forward because he had to.
And Geto Suguru stayed behind because he couldn’t.
That’s how people break—not from a single fracture, but from the silence between footfalls when you realize you’re no longer walking beside each other.
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You want to know something unfair?
Even after everything—after the ideology, after the murders, after the war—
Suguru still loved him.
You can see it.
In the way he smiled, tired and soft, when they met again.
In the way he said, “You’re the only one who ever understood me.”
And in the way Gojo couldn’t bring himself to kill him, not really.
Couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“At least curse me properly in the end, Suguru.”
Even when they stood on opposite sides of a ruined world,
(They never stopped being each other’s first home.)
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So if you cried for Gojo Satoru—
For the burden he carries, for the loneliness he wears,
For the way his laughter covers something too quiet to name—
Then cry for Geto Suguru too.
Because Geto is why Gojo hurts the way he does.
Because Gojo lost the one person who saw him, not as a weapon, not as a god,
But as a friend. As a boy. As someone who could be laughed with.
Because every time Gojo smiles now, it feels just a little bit borrowed.
A little bit hollow.
Because the strongest sorcerer in the world couldn’t save the one person he wanted to.
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Geto wasn’t the villain of the story.
He was the tragedy no one was ready to hold.
So here’s to him—
The one who stayed kind for as long as he could.
The one who carried too much.
The one who gave in to silence, because it was the only thing left that didn’t hurt.
You don’t have to agree with what he did.
But if you really loved Gojo Satoru…
You should’ve cried for Geto Suguru too.
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Greetings, Dreamers and Readers ✨🌸
So, here’s a random thought that’s been bouncing around in my head for a while. I swear, Gojo and Geto are basically two sides of the same coin. I know, it sounds cliché, but it’s true. Whether you ship them or not doesn’t even matter—there’s this unspoken bond between them, this shared history and pain that’s just too strong to ignore. And, honestly, it’s like they were meant to be connected in some tragic, inevitable way.
It’s funny, every time I write about Gojo, Geto’s right there. Like, I can’t get one without the other, and I don’t even want to. It’s like a natural thing, a reflection of each other’s choices and consequences. They are the embodiment of that one truth that always haunts us—people become the very thing they try to escape.
I don't know. Maybe I’m overthinking it, but there’s something so tragic in how they’re both broken by their own choices. It’s like they were never meant to be fully happy or to save each other, but somehow, in the wreckage, they’re the only ones who understand. That’s the tragedy, right?
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Anyway, this is just me rambling about them again, because, well... someone has to say it. I hope you liked this meta, and if you’ve got thoughts—please, let me know. I’m all ears. Always love hearing different perspectives on these two, especially when it comes to this tragic duo.
✨ Bye and take care, hope you all have a good day ✨