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Your shoes clattered against the smooth floor as you ran. Please be okay, oh god, please be okay, you begged to whatever higher being existed. He had to be okay. He had to.
The blood splatters lining the walls of the darkened corridors were not a good sign.
Please be okay, please be okay, pleasepleasepleaseplease—
You found him, lying face up in a puddle of his own blood. You thought you were hallucinating. You wanted to be hallucinating.
You stepped ever closer to his corpse, until your shoes touched the seeping blood. The liquid was sticky under the soles of your feet and Suguru’s face, so full of life just 2 hours ago, was pale, his eyes blank.
2 deep slashes adorned his chest. His body was cold, still, unresponsive, his cursed energy wholly fizzled out.
Suguru Geto was dead.
A shrill scream filled your ears, your head ringing as you collapsed to the floor, grasping at his tattered uniform shirt as if you could make him come back.
Come back, come back, come back, you begged. He couldn’t be dead, you needed him. You needed him and oh god, you couldn’t do this alone.
You weren’t sure how long you were there, but you were there until the screaming turned into violent sobs, until hands pulled your thrashing body away from his corpse and rolled him away, telling you that it was okay, to not cry, and you finally realized those screams had been you all along.
The next months were a long, long blur. Almost instantaneously, things went back to normal. Nevermind that Suguru was dead.
You felt angry most of the time.
You were angry that no one cared, that they were able to just….return to their normal lives as if nothing happened. Satoru and Shoko in particular. He was their friend too, so why did they seem so unaffected? Did he not matter to them?
“You know, staying cooped up in here 24/7 isn’t helping anything.” Shoko said, plopping down onto the edge of your bed as you burrowed yourself deeper into the covers. How had she even gotten into here? You were sure you had locked the door.
“…You really don’t wanna come out?” she asked again, her usual cheeky smile falling from her face. Still no response. She sighed.
“Look,” she started, “Im worried about you. We all are.” you could tell in her voice that she wasn’t exactly used to being soft with people like this. “You’re withdrawing from everyone, you’re always in your room, you’re losing weight….i get that you miss him but-“
No. “Don’t.” “-You can’t do this to yourself, [name].”
Now, you were pissed. What kind of audacity did she even have? “Who are you to tell me what I can or can’t do to myself?” You shot back, sitting up.
“Wh— You think he would’ve wanted this?” She stood up from the bed, looking down at you.
“Go.”
“[name]—“
“Just go.”
“You’re not the only person who lost him, [name].” But god, it felt like you were the only one that cared.
“Please, Shoko, just go.”
She hesitated for a second, but then gave in, heading towards her exit . “Im always here once you’re ready to talk.” And then shut the door.
You shivered, feeling just as cold and empty as the room you were left in.
You had dreams about him frequently. Sometimes they were pleasant, spending time in the park with him, or getting to say goodbye. Sometimes they were horrible, nightmares of having to watch him be murdered, to watch him suffer.
Today was a good night, you supposed. You walked with him down a nature trail, the air around you tranquil. It seemed like with every dream his face got blurrier and blurrier. Soon, would you even be able to tell who he was? “I don’t wanna forget your face.” you blurted out. The dream-Suguru stopped in his tracks, turning to stare at you.
“I don’t want to forget you.” you could hardly see his face through the blur but the air turned heavy and solemn. You wished he would say something. You were scared of what he would say. You didn’t want him to leave, not again.
Don’t go, don’t go, don’t— the air around you was far too thick, you felt like you were suffocating, don’t go, don’t go, don’t leave me again—
You woke up in a cold sweat, looking up at your ceiling. You turned your head to the left and read your alarm clock. 2 am. Your eyes fluttered closed, planning to fall back asleep until you noticed a crackling, splintering sound in your room.
You opened your eyes and looked to the right, jumping up and nearly shrieking. A curse. A curse? But how? The barrier should’ve kept it out.
It was tall, jagged, with marbled skin, similar to the curses that suguru would consume.
“Do you know how curses taste?” He used to ask you.
Now you craned your neck up to fully see the thing in front of you.
“No. Tell me, Suguru,” you used to respond, though he had already told you multiple times, “Tell me what they taste like.”
“…[name].” It cooed.
“They taste like death,” He would respond.
Suguru Geto was not dead. Suguru Geto was a curse.
You slowly stepped towards him as light he omitted dimly lit up the pitch dark room. It was an amalgamation of curses. He was your Suguru. It was horrifying. He was beautiful.
You stepped closer to him, placing a hand where you’d suppose his cheek would be. He shape-shifted into a smaller form, more like the Suguru you were used to, but his skin was marbled and shiny, his black hair long and cascading.
“I missed you,” you whispered to him. “I missed you more,” he whispered back, and you wanted to scream and laugh and cry all at the same time.
“You’re..” you started.
“Different.” he suggested. You nod as you studied him.
“A curse,” you said. “Do you still like me?” he asked, half joking, half not. You snorted.
“I’ll always like you, Sugu.” and you were sure he glowed a bit brighter at your words. His eyes met yours as you pressed your forehead to his. You could feel everything, his emotions flowing out of him like a waterfall.
The two of you were bound together now, and you didn’t want any other fate.