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Suguru would like to say this: “I am not a stalker.”
And Suguru believes this too. It isn’t his fault their dorm rooms are next to each other, nor that Satoru more often than not sleeps on Geto’s bed instead of his own. When you routinely give up your bed so that your classmate may sleep, you end up noticing things. Pleasant things, and unpleasant things.
One of the first things Suguru noticed, was Satoru’s smell. Now, he didn’t go around sniffing people like a weirdo. But after a particularly hard mission early on he noticed that while he smelt disgusting and dirty with sweat, Satoru smelt as bight and lovely as a seaside Summer day.
Suguru thought it was unfair. However, he couldn’t complain when Satoru’s mere presence caused the dorms, laden with the smell of grimey, sweaty teenagers, to become as fresh as the air just after a storm. No, Suguru cannot complain about that. Instead he stopped investing in incense sticks for his room, letting Satoru in whenever he pleased.
The next thing he noticed was technically the first, however he had dismissed it at the time, seeing as he thought that it could simply be attributed to Satoru’s technique. His eyes. While they were shimmery and blue, like the sky itself, Suguru noticed small things about them. Things that nobody would’ve noticed, if they hadn’t been looking for something amiss.
His eyes had flecks of gold, amongst the clouds of his eyes. And Suguru, upon closer inspection, noted that is eyes weren’t really like the sky. No, Suguru thought they were more like the depths of the sea, deep and wide and ever do easy to get lost in. He thought he could forever be lost in those eyes of Satoru’s.
And he would never tell Satoru how often he stared at him, at his eyes in particular, and wished with all his might that his worries would get as lost in Satoru’s eyes as his. Suguru was rueful to admit but he often dreampt of being stuck in the ocean of the eyes, flowers growing on the seashore, and of all the ocean creatures dragging, pulling Suguru under. Even through the terror he feels, those dreams are the greatest, and Suguru Rejoices whenever he wakes up in that cold sweat.
Suguru cried on that day. The same as the rest of the universe.
The day that the golden red ichor flowed out of Satoru unimpeded. Suguru felt the earth shake with anger and the sky cry out with anguish. Suguru couldn’t help himself as he shed his tears, before he even knew that those eyes would be dull and dead. He felt his chest collapse, his lungs ache and his heart choke up on the blood that would never be flowing through Satoru’s veins.
But then Satoru didn’t die. Suguru watched as he became more, more than what he was already and he felt the need to cry. Satoru had become great, greater than ever before.
Suguru didn’t bat an eye when Satoru cried saying, “I am the Honoured One”. He was right after all. “Beneath Heaven and Earth.”
That is the final thing Suguru noticed.
Satoru knew more, saw more, was simply more than the mortals that inhabited the Earth. And yet, he thought he was a mortal. He put himself on the same pedestal as Suguru and made him cry. Satoru need not lower himself to these standards, he could be above them all, if only he wished it.
And yet as Suguru turned away from him, leaving Satoru along in the crowded street. He thought it was better for everyone like that. He already has followers, people to help Satoru reach his final Apotheosis. It was his duty, after all. His duty as Satoru’s One and Only.