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“Do you hate me, Suguru?”
It was a hot summer day in Japan. The cicadas were buzzing and the crickets were chirping. It was the last week of school left before summer break. Suguru was looking forward to going home and spending it with his parents. Maybe this year he’d even go to the Summer Festival they always nagged him about. Suguru tore his eyes away from the window and onto Satoru.
Satoru sighed, staring at him intently with those bright blue eyes. They weren’t always that bright, and Satoru wasn’t always this clingy. He had changed after the Star Plasma Vessel incident. “Well?”
Suguru huffed, “What are you talking about?” He rolled his eyes, “Nobody hates you.”
“But you do.” Satoru seemed insistent on this.
Suguru sighed and stood up to leave, Satoru grabbing his arm as he did. He felt his classmate’s grip tighten and Suguru narrowed his eyes. “Let me go, Satoru.”
Satoru shook his head, his eyes glowing in the shade of the classroom. Suguru only now noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses. “You.” Satoru said, voice suddenly filled with something that Suguro couldn’t quite describe. “You know something. Don’t you?”
Suguru turned away. “Let go.” He said, “I’ve been lenient about exorcising you because you don’t seem malevolent. Just let me go and—“ He was dragged back around to face It.
Eyes upon eyes now rested on Satoru’s body, each in groups of six and of the same shade of blue as the sky. “Or what?” It said, voice now distorting. Suguru noticed the irises bleeding out into a mix of blood and goop, dripping down into a puddle at their feet which slowly enveloped Suguru’s feet. “What will you do, Su~gur~u~”
Suguru hated seeing his friend’s body being used like this, he should’ve exorcised it. He should’ve exorcised it. He shouldve exorcised it. He should’ve exorcised it. He should’ve—
The door opened and Suguru was pulled out of his spiralling thoughts. He turned around quickly, shouting at them “LEAVE!”
Shoko laughed it off, “Geez, from that reaction one would think you’re having sex.” She laughed, cigarette on her lips. “Suguru, you said you’d be right out whats the holdup?”
It chuckled in Satoru’s body. “That was me, sorry!” It rubbed Satoru’s neck awkwardly. Suguru noticed how in the blink of an eye, it went from leaking on the floor, to being pit all back inside. Suguru looked down and noticed his shoes were spotless. “I wanted to ask about the worksheet we did today.”
Shoko rolled her eyes, “Of course you did.” She sighed, “Whatever, if you two aren’t out in 2 minutes, I’m telling Yaga you’re fucking.”
Suguru’s face turned a brilliant crimson that had Shoko eyeing him oddly. He tried to answer but his voice got stuck in his throat.
Satoeu answered for him, “All good here Shoko!” He smiled. Suguru always liked that smile, in a completely platonic way. That smile always seemed brighter than the summer sun. “Don’t want to keep you waiting!”
Shoko smiled and left. It waited for a few moments, tightening It’s grip on Suguru’s wrist that he now realised never really left. “Don’t tell a Soul… ya hear?” It said and Suguru nodded, “Keep quiet and maybe you’ll get Satoru back.”
Seeing his compliance, it let go of him and walked to the door. Suguru took a deep breath and asked “What are you?”
It paused in front of the door, hand resting on it gently. Satoru’s hands always seemed more delicate, even more so now, for some reason. It chuckled, “Me?” It glanced back, 2 more sets of eyes appearing on Satoru’s gorgeous face, “I am the Rikugan.”