I was browsing the Jujutsu Kaisen tag the other day and was struck by how many Geto/Shoko stories are built on a foundation of quiet, unspoken grief. It’s rarely loud melodrama. A lot of writers seem fascinated by the shared, specific burden they carry—being the ones left behind after Gojo ascended and Geto defected. The fics often use Shoko's medical detachment and Geto's ideological spiral as two sides of the same numbing coin. They’ll have them meet in that morgue, or at a bar, and the dialogue is sparse, but the weight of every unsaid thing about Suguru, about the students they’ve lost, is crushing.
You also see a ton of ‘fix-it’ adjacent themes, but it’s less about literally fixing the timeline and more about emotional salvage. Can two broken people, who understand the exact shape of the hole Gojo left, offer each other a shred of peace? It’s often framed as a mutually destructive pact cloaked in comfort, a ‘we’re the only ones who get it, so let’s drown together’ kind of vibe. The smoking, the drinking, the late nights—they’re all rituals of coping. The romance, when it’s there, feels less like a passionate love story and more like a desperate, final anchor before the void.