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they were laying on his bed on a sunny afternoon, playing with each other's hair
"I wish we could stay like this for a long time" that was the first time Satoru had heard Suguru not wanting him to go out and do his duty.
Satoru had a call to take care of two special-grade curses in Shinjuku in an hour and he immediately stormed inside Suguru's room to spend that hour with the other.
"this is a dangerous one, you know. I can't delay this mission" Satoru sighed staring at the ceiling, his head in Suguru's lap.
this was the fourth time in a week, that Satoru was needed to exorcise special-grades alone. they were short on sorcerers, they always were and so Satoru was always sent to dispose of the trash no one else could take out
"Let me come with-"
"No" Satoru's reply was immediate but guess Suguru was just trying his luck. "don't involve yourself in this Suguru, save your energy for the missions assigned to you, otherwise you'll never be promoted"
Satoru had such a lousy way with words, he knew why Suguru wanted to go with him and he also knew that Suguru most certainly did not care about promotion.
Suguru sighed fondly and caressed Satoru's hair, pushing his bangs off of his forehead and their eyes locked for a brief moment, saying so many things, pleading so many requests, longing for more affections from the other than they can ask for during the time they are not occupied with their respective duties.
Satoru's face flushed. he frowned and turned over, not wanting Suguru to see his cheeks turning red.
Suguru only laughed softly.
there was a trail of blood outside when Suguru came back that night, he was exhausted himself having to deal with those hideous curses the whole day but his eyes flashed and he ran to Satoru's room and there he was, his best friend.
"Satoru!" Suguru shouted in distress as he limped towards the boy on the floor, holding his injured hand in place.
"Suguru" Satoru smiled weakly as he met Suguru's horrified gaze.
he was laying on the floor, his face bloody and arms and legs bruised, his uniform, that he had so cheerfully shown off to Suguru the day they first met, emphasising that he customised it himself every chance he could was torn to shreds and despite all that, he was grinning softly and stupidly.
Suguru lifted him and settled him gently on the bed and both of them messily patched each other up, trying to stop the bleeding however they can. Suguru didn't sleep in his room, he just let himself fall on top of Satoru and they curled up in each other's embrace the whole night whispering soft words of comfort to one another.
Shoko treated them thoroughly the next day, the dark circles under her eyes were even more prominent today yet she gave it her all to fix them up properly.
it didn't take long for Satoru to go back to his usual cheerful self and because of that, it didn't take Suguru long either or at least that's what he said to Satoru so the other wouldn't worry.
both of them were given the next two days off as a show of 'generosity' by the higher-ups but instead of being pleased, Suguru grunted when he was informed about their act of sympathy. he was surprised himself just how irritated he was.
pathetic scumbags
if they really cared, they wouldn't have over-exhausted their most competent students like this.
they wouldn't have sent Satoru, a seventeen-year-old, barely adult to take on all the missions when no one else was available, they wouldn't have forced his juniors to fight curses way above their skill level.
Suguru wished he was tougher to take on more than half of Satoru's burden.
he wished he was born talented, he could only work so hard to get stronger.
sometimes he selfishly wished they could run away together to be kids again, away from the corrupt jujutsu world, from the rotten human world, from the grasp of curses.
he wished he didn't care about non-shamans as much as he did.
if only he could eradicate them all. the curses. but he knew they would appear again and terrorize innocent folks again and he and his friends and most importantly Satoru would have to deal with them putting their lives on the line.
he saw Satoru less and less as each day passed by but Satoru would stay on his mind all the time.
his delightful smile, his lovely eyes, the way he would turn to Suguru whenever he grew bored or annoyed with something as if Suguru was the most interesting thing in the world.
how long will his smile last before something terrible happens? before he is tired of putting on a smile, tired of pretending he isn't hurt?
what will Suguru do then? how could he live knowing Satoru can't breathe under all those responsibilities he has to shoulder? how could Suguru breathe then?
Satoru
Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru-
"What kind of girl...is your type?"