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Sundown. A beautiful time of day. It was most people’s favorites due to the warm glow of the sun as it sunk deep into the horizon and the beauty it brought as it did so. The sky would turn an array of magnificent, rich colors. From pink to orange to yellow. They were often mixed and never failed to be bright. The temperature of the hot day often went with the sun and provided a cool, warm temperature feel to the air. Most kids went out once the sun went down in the summer. Easier to breathe and easier to play.
You looked out the window belonging to your dorm room. Fortunately, it provided one of the best views Jujutsu Tech had to offer. You wondered why no one had picked this room, especially Satoru given the magnificent view. Your palm reached up to hold your chin, elbow on the windowsill. Your eyes were lost in the view, switching between the horizon and the field below and any other thing that came across it. Your eyes were glazed over with a deep orange, thoughts racing in and out as you stared blankly.
“Y/N.”
That voice. You knew that voice. You turned around and were met with none other than Suguru Getou; you classmate and best friend. Upon seeing his face, you smiled and greeted him, questioning in your head as to why he was appearing here so late in the day.
“I need to talk to you and I need you to listen.” He paused, staying in front of the closed door behind him, facing you. “I’m leaving.”
“Leaving..? Leaving where?” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion and you slowly stood up from your spot by the window, wondering if this was more serious than you thought it ought to be. “Are you going out somewhere with Satoru?”
“No, as in I’m leaving. I’m leaving this filthy school. I don’t want to be associated with this place anymore—the ideals—they don’t align with my own.” His frame never budged, never winced, never showed any sign of reconsideration to the words coming out of his mouth. “You know what it’s like. You know what the curses feel like and look like. You know them from the inside out,” he took a step forward, “you and I share an understanding nobody else could ever wish to comprehend. You know just as much as I do and that’s more than the rest.”
You stared at him. Your eyes grew bigger and bigger by the second, trying your hardest to compute and put together what he was saying. “Suguru..I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.” It’s not that you didn’t understand what he was implying, but you wanted to confirm it through him.
He took a few more steps forward and stood before you, hands on your shoulders. “Y/N,” he stared deep into your eyes, “we fight for people who don’t even know what we do. They don’t know shit about curses, energy, or sorcerers. They go about their daily lives, not paying any mind to what we have to put up with and die for, all so they can continue leading their ignorant lives. Do you think this is a good reason to lay your life on the line and watch your friends die? Is this what you really want to do with your life? Lay it down for people who don’t even know that you’re saving their lives? It’s fucking disgraceful watching sorcerers bring themselves down to such a low level when those monkeys are the ones who don’t know how to control their energy and cause cursed spirits to appear. Y/N, I need you to listen to me—”
“Suguru,” You watched his eyes scan you as a deep sense of fear ran across your face, “are you planning on—”
“Listen to what I’m saying.” His grip on your shoulders intensified. “If we got rid of non- sorcerers, there would be no need for us to continue fighting. A world where only the strongest have the privilege to live; spirits and sorcerers. You could be a part of that. We could be at the top of it all. We could build this world and get rid of those disgusting monkeys. We know what it’s like. We’ve been at the front lines of losing people we love, all for the sake of being a sorcerer. What is it all for, really? Do you ever wonder that?”
You bit your lips and your frown twisted. “Suguru, you can’t do this.”
“Think about it, Y/N. This world that we could create—it would benefit us. It would benefit everyone. Non-sorcerers won’t have to worry about unnatural phenomena and dying over unexplained causes. We won’t have to stress over fighting cursed spirits who were brought upon by those who can’t control their cursed energy. We could make this world. Think about Satoru, Kento, everyone you hold dear to you. I know you want this more than I do, don’t you?” His words became more and more crazed by the second, hands holding your own in a tight embrace. His next words were quiet, but equally filled with venom. “Don’t be stupid, my love.” His hands switched their positions to tilt your chin and hold your waist.
“You..” your breath hitched, “Suguru,” you hesitated before speaking your next words, “who are you?”
A strenuous and agonizing silence fell between you two as you said those words. Suguru didn’t flinch, didn’t even tighten his grip. He just stayed there, motionless like a statue. He couldn’t tell if he felt resentment or dejection form inside of him from looking at your face and beautiful eyes. Eyes that he will miss staring into for as long as he possibly could. You, on the other hand, couldn’t tell if you found fear or longing bubble up inside you as you gazed into his seemingly lifeless eyes.
“The god of the new world,” he paused, “and I want you to be by my side when I become just that.”
You felt tears threaten to roll down your face as the situation of the matter really began to take hold.. “Suguru,” you felt a hot tear slide down your cheek and your throat painfully squeeze itself, “I can’t.”
“I understand.”
Letting go of you, he swiftly turned on his heel and walked out, leaving you in the now dark confinements of your room, wondering if this really happened or if it was the product of your dreams. Wanting to chase after him and convince him not to leave, you found yourself regretfully frozen to the cold floor beneath you.