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Suguru didn’t feel anything when his parents’ blood was smeared all over his hands and face. He didn’t feel anything when he told Shoko his plan to kill all the non-sorcerers. He didn’t feel anything when he walked away from his best friend. On the contrary, there was a sense of calmness and freedom, like he had finally found the solution to all the problems in the world. I’ll make a new family with Mimiko and Nanako, Suguru thought as he walked away, through the Shinjuku crowd with a petite hand in each of his palms. They deserve to be happy.
“What about me?”
A small voice shattered his internal monologue as Suguru felt a small tug at the bottom of his pants, stopping him in his path. Turning his head around slowly, he saw a pale, white-haired boy, no bigger Mimiko and Nanako, in a yukata, staring at the floor. Right as Suguru was about to ask the boy who he was, he found himself staring at a pair of bright blue eyes, almost translucent, like blue glass. There was only one person who had such characteristic features.
“Satoru?”
Instead of answering, the boy furrowed his eyebrows, soft creases forming between them, and gripped Suguru’s pants tighter. “Are you going to leave me alone, too?”
In that instant, gone was the noisy street of Shinjuku, gone was the two young girls next to him. All that was left was Suguru and Satoru in the vast, white emptiness. Taking a deep breath, the black-haired turned to face the small boy, waiting patiently for him to loosen his hold on Suguru’s pants and crouched down until he was eye level with Satoru.
“I want to make this world better for me, and you, and all of us,” Suguru said softly, looking straight into the boy’s eyes. Satoru slowly drooped his head and let out a small breath that he had been holding in. His downcast eyes stared at his hands, which had been fidgeting since they let go of Suguru’s pants.
“I… I see.”
Suguru stiffened. Satoru understood too fast. Accepted his answer far too easily. It was like the white-haired boy was letting go of the final bit of hope that he had buried inside of him. A suffocating silence rest between the two as the small boy continued to play with his fingers, and now yukata sleeves as well. Suguru finally understood. This is who Gojo Satoru, the strongest person in the world, truly is. A child too used to being abandoned, left alone, unhappy, and destined to sit at the top and look down upon the world. When that child was given his only lifeline out of his solitary life, he clung on so tightly that it didn’t matter if his hands bled. Yet, it was Suguru himself that forced Satoru into ending that lifeline with his own petite hands.
“Why didn’t you curse me?
From the corner of Suguru’s eyes, he could see Satoru’s head whip up and stare at him with shock and confusion, like he just said the dumbest thing in the world. The black-haired man tried to look anywhere but the at the wide eyes that bore into his face.
“Why would I curse you?”
This time it was Suguru’s turn to stare back in utter shock. Satoru gave no indication of any hesitation and replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Before he could give many reasons for the boy to curse him, Satoru continued.
“You are the only person that made me feel human, not a weapon, or a god, or a monster. The only person where I could feel like I was living a life for myself.” The child’s eyes seemed to glow blue as the edges of his mouth curved up slightly, like he just remembered a happier, simpler time.
“And you are the one and only person that I can laugh from the bottom of my heart with. Isn’t that enough?”