sochi-neya

it is not right, it is not just

‘You’ve trained for this, Satoru.’ For as long as he can remember. His entire life, perhaps. When he was four years old, Satoru went on his first annual family ski trip. By the end of the second day, he was bored of inching down the bunny hill with his skis in permanent pizza, stuck behind an instructor who was too slow for him. He saw his cousins launching themselves sideways off the kickers in the snow park and threw a tantrum in the middle of the green run until his parents put him on a board. He was six when he won his first competition. Ten when he got on a plane by himself to spend an entire season training in North America. And Satoru was 16 when he took silver at his first ever Olympic Games in Pyeongchang. All his life, he’s followed the snow. When spring arrives in the north, he flies south. And when it arrives in the south, he heads home again. Season after season after season spent chasing winter around the world. Satoru has lived in near endless cold and dark, and all of it for this. All for a single day of competition that only comes around once every four years. All in the name of becoming the greatest snowboarder of all time. He’s trained for this. And it wasn’t all bad. Even if he held back tears the whole way from Tokyo to Vancouver — a 10 year old Satoru thought he’d lose points for crying in front of the cabin crew; champions don’t cry — the moment he saw Tsukumo Yuki grinning at him through the glass as he was chaperoned off the plane, it became a little easier to blink them away. It’s been a little easier every year since. Satoru has trained for this.

um. i accidentally created a family. this is my beautiful little family. how the hell did that silly little ski fic i wrote last year grow into such a rich and precious universe? anyway chapter 2 this weekend probably! for now, see if you can spot suguru in this wip ☀️ #jjk #gojosatoru #satosugu

I'm excited to see your WIPs again! and another chapter from you!! for all the mentions of blood and bruising this moment of them is so tender and sweet, I love it 💕

Suguru laughs and goes to him. Warm, sweaty, bloody hands frame Satoru’s face. He can’t help melting into the touch. “Your sunglasses got crushed, I think. Come shower with me, then sleep?” “No. Feed me.” “We’ll order takeout, if you warp us down the mountain to pick it up.” Suguru presses in for a kiss, slow and salty. “I really, really like you, Satoru.” Satoru rests his forehead on Suguru’s. “You were mean to me today. Do I have to fuck you up every time you get cranky?” “I’m sorry. That was just--too many missions back to back. I’ve missed you.” Satoru sighs, instantly mollified. “Say it again.” Suguru’s left eye crinkles prettily. The right one is swelling shut. “I’ve missed you, and I’m sorry about your bento.” “Your loss. It was a one time thing.” Satoru squirms as blood trickles down his leg, tickling at the hair there. “Shoko is gonna give us hell for this.”

“None of it is serious enough to go to Shoko. Not unless we get another surprise mission.” It’s a valid point. Satoru stretches to feel all the little aches, charmed by the notion of carrying them around for days. It’s funny. He remembers licking his wounds after the mission in Gifu. He hadn’t been upset by them, but he certainly hadn’t felt any desire to keep them, either. It’s so different when the pain reminds him only of Suguru. However, “Your neck, man.” Suguru hesitates. “Yeah. I guess I can’t let it scar.” Satoru would lose his mind if it did. If Suguru kept a permanent reminder of him in such a visible place on his body. It’s wrong to think that, surely. “Hey.” “Hm?” “You liked this, too, right?”

Suguru pushes off the wall and pulls the hair tie off the remains of his bun, cards his fingers through his hair and gathers it into a high ponytail. Satoru watches him hungrily: the angle of his elbows, the way his shirt sleeves slip and reveal the underside of his arms. Despite the mess in his boxers, Satoru isn’t satiated. “It made me feel safe,” Suguru offers finally, close to a whisper. “Safe?” This again. Safety. Like Suguru isn’t one of the most powerful people in Japan. Like he couldn’t, if he so desired, wage war singlehandedly. Like the higher ups haven’t caught on. They hadn’t known what had fallen into their hands in the early days, but now, especially after the summer, there’s been talk. The consensus seems to be that it’s too late to turn back now, and that Suguru respects the rules. That he can be kept in line. “Yeah. I didn’t expect it to be so…” Suguru laughs. “I don’t know. It’s hard for me, sometimes, to relax.” Understatement of the century. Satoru gets it, though. He used to be the same, before he realised that Suguru is strong enough to handle things, to make them both untouchable. They are mirrors of each other in some ways, and yet completely different. Satoru doesn’t know how to ask for safety in return, beyond what’s already offered.

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As Satoru pulls in, Yaga is standing there with his arms folded over his chest, looking even more furious than Satoru feels. Confronted by that stony expression, it’s practically instinct to apologise at this point. ‘Sorry.’ ‘Are you?’ ‘No.’ He’s just being honest. ‘That was sick.’ All at once, Yaga deflates, scrubbing his hands over his face. ‘It was,’ he admits. Satoru notices a vein throbbing in his temple and hopes the old man took his blood pressure medication. ‘I don’t know what the hell they’re thinking.’ ‘They’re hoping I’ll kill myself for real this time,’ he says cheerfully. ‘Keep your voice down.’ Yaga is looking around nervously, but Satoru has never felt so locked in. His mind has never felt more clear. He’s so fucking enraged that he’s moved beyond anger altogether. It’s just pure, single-minded focus. He looks off down the course at where Kashimo is earning oohs and aahs using the move that he made famous. ‘I’m gonna run it again.’ There’s a long pause, filled only by the gasps of the crowd as his countryman takes a hard bail on his last run. The announcer’s voice booms around the mountainside, underscored by the incessant beat of the kick snare rhythm blasting from the speakers. ‘What the hell…’ Satoru prepares to make his case, but then, ‘Sure.’ Turning to his coach in surprise, he finds Yaga wearing the same stony expression as before, but this time, Satoru knows it isn’t for him. ‘Give ‘em hell, kid,’ he says, voice gruff. ‘How are you feeling?’ ‘Good.’ It isn’t even a lie. The ache in Satoru’s pelvis is easy to ignore when he’s this fucking fired up, all the adrenaline coursing round his system. ‘I can do it.’ At last, Yaga claps Satoru on the shoulder, cuffs him round the back of his neck. ‘I know you can.’

i guess i didn't share this here! very rough look at the ski (snowboard) fic sequel 🏂 struggling to find motivation for fandom recently, but the olympics started and... yeah, i'm gonna finish it. despite how it looks, it WILL be #satosugu and it WILL be E rated. and it WILL be fantastic *shrugs*

I'm happy to hear it!! and same, it's always tough (imo) balancing time between the two. there's so much to read AND so much to write 😭

he's going to wish he'd done it sooner 🤭

‘It’s my birthday today.’ Stubbornly, Yūta does not wish him a happy birthday, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Doesn’t even seem like he’s talking to Yūta at all, actually. ‘Never thought I’d make it to 28,’ he says with this pensive lilt to his voice that’s almost musical. ‘Never thought I’d make it to 18 to be honest.’ He almost sounds cheerful when he says, ‘Satoru could have saved himself a lot of trouble if he’d just got it over with.’ Could have saved Yūta a lot of trouble, too. That’s the first thought that springs to mind, but it arrives without any real fire behind it. More like a habit than a genuine feeling. It’s just that it’s hard to hate someone who seems to take such genuine delight in the taste of an apple. When he finally bites into it, his eyes flutter shut and his brow creases, jaw rolling slowly as he thought he’s doing his utmost to savour every burst of flavour on his tongue. Sitting there on a rock with his apple in hand, he sinks his fingers into the snow and drags them through the moss and breathes deep. Then, for the first time in the two weeks they’ve been on the road together, Getō smiles. Yūta has seen this man’s smile on the battlefield, but the gentle thing he’s wearing as he turns his face towards the sun isn’t that. Supposedly, he was only posing as Buddhist monk before, but looking at him now, Yūta could believe he was the real deal after all. He’s the very picture of peace and purpose.

a tiny bit of birthday sweetness for suguru 🍎

i'm super cagey about sharing wips from this fic, but this moment is too warm and tangible not to share on today of all days. here's a snippet from my long awaited "ronin suguru" fix-it! who among you remembers this gem? #jjk #getosuguru #yutaokkotsu

heeee ty, I'm glad you remember that! there's some exciting stuff in the next chap but it'll be a small departure from the post-Once Bitten story notes, so hopefully it will be fun and kind of fresh! Satoru will be going through some things in chapter 4 & 5 though, yes ;A;

yearning for the guy who mopes around on his balcony? nope, couldn't be suguru 🤭

to ENdEAR himself

satoru takes one night off and suguru starts spiraling 😔 I do too! love Yearner Gojo but suguru pining is just as sweet--and I think that despite Gojo's best efforts to end himself, the time apart is exactly what Suguru needs to sort how he feels

I'm excited to see another wip snippet from you! (I think this one I have marked to read and need to get started on!) I hope you're able to write to your heart's content soon 💕

The air between them is light when they sneak into the dorm, snickering almost loudly enough to attract Yaga’s attention. “Shower, then food,” Satoru declares gesturing at himself, then at Suguru, “food, then shower.” “Oh? You don’t want to shower together?” “We can do that tomorrow. I’m too hungry to focus.” “Bet I could make you focus,” Suguru murmurs, but he’s already moving towards the kitchen. “Hurry up, then. We’re not making anything fancy.” He starts on cup noodles, with egg, scallions and tomato juice to add some actual nourishment. By the time Satoru comes back from his shower and switches with Suguru, there’s nothing left to do but dump the noodles and broth into bowls. Satoru grins like he’s won by having Suguru do all the work, but the joke’s on him. He’ll find the noodles way too spicy for his taste. Knowing his dinner is on the line--Satoru is more than capable of gobbling up both portions--Suguru keeps his shower brief. He’s not keen to be alone with his thoughts at the moment anyway. They keep circling back to the conversation with Suzuki, and Satoru’s unexpected takeaway.

It strikes Suguru that this is the second time in less than a week that Satoru has done some genuine self-reflection, and even communicated his concerns. Meanwhile, what does Suguru have to show for himself? Denial and wilful blindness on Suzuki’s level at best, malicious intent at worst. Suguru’s being selfish, plain and simple, and Satoru is letting him get away with it. Odd. Concerning, even. Back in the kitchen, Suguru discovers that his portion of the noodles is not only untouched, but seems to hold the majority of the fresh ingredients. They sit down to eat in the common area. The dorms are quiet, empty. The few upperclassmen that still cling to life as sorcerers have all been dispatched on missions. Suguru wants to question Satoru’s unusual courtesy, but doesn’t know how without sounding like an ungrateful brat.

it's been three thousand years (3 months) since my last wipsday, and i'm back with the exact same fic 😭 the end of 2025 and the beginning of 2026 have been something. if i don't get back to writing regularly soon, i'm going to explode

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WIP wednesday - Twice Shy ch. 3

a Satoru-less snippet - and Suguru definitely doesn't miss him at all

😭♥️ thank you! grateful to have lots of memories and pics to look fondly on (and that time helps)

thank you 🥺💙 it really has been a rough year so far, but here's hoping it gets a bit brighter