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Something was wrong. Except for the fact that Geto had been woken up by Mimiko and Nanako's fiddling, rather than Satoru's loud voice, for days on end. Except that Geto was now living in a godforsaken place, hiding from the mages at the tech school. Except that Geto has been recognized as a murderer and will most likely be executed the next time he meets Gojo. Suguru was slowly getting used to all of this: it was hard to stop paying attention to any sweets, thinking about which ones Gojo would like, but at least he stopped looking at Satoru's number in his phone's contact list for hours in fits of confusion.
It hadn't even been a couple months since his defection, but Geto felt a previously unknown weakness in his body. He didn't want to think that it was a consequence of their breakup, a breakup with his alpha, he mentally noted. What would happen next, if he was already struggling to stay on his feet all day? Finding someone else wasn't an option, their definitely rash decision still bothered his neck at times. Yes, even if Geto was free to do so, right now he was thinking more and more that he wouldn't want to enter into such a connection with someone else. Let Gojo look for a party to continue his most splendid lineage and pass on his eyes, fortunately or unfortunately, Suguru himself was not burdened with such a duty. It would be even better if his technique died with him. He already had two girls to take care of, he had enough of them already.
Today, however, contrary to all expectations, the condition is particularly lousy. The sun is already up, and Geto still hasn't gotten out of bed. Nanako would probably break into his room soon, informing his guardian that she was hungry and "Geto-sama, you promised to teach us to read today!". However, still the only sound in the nearly unfurnished room was the quiet ticking of the clock. Suguru makes an attempt to rise, but as soon as his body is upright, dizziness overwhelms him and he falls back down with a quiet groan.
Finally, there is a quiet knock on the door, and with approval, the girls enter the room. Nanako seems upset about something, and Mimiko looks very pensive.
“Geto-sama, are you alright?” The dark-haired one of the sisters looks worriedly into her pale face, “If you're not feeling well, I think we can take care of ourselves today.”
"No need," the answer remains unspoken, instead Suguru says,
"You can make your own sandwiches if you want," One can only hope that the sisters who grew up in confinement, in the short time they have now, were able to master the knife enough to not cut themselves with it while cutting bread.
Nanako's face immediately brightened, and she practically flew out of the room, while Mimiko quietly bowed and closed the door behind her.
I'll have to teach them at least the basics of cooking, Geto thought. He won't be able to be around every day, if only because of his physiology, not to mention his grand plan. Laughter comes from the kitchen, and Suguru can finally relax. In fact, the sisters started smiling much sooner than he expected, which is actually something to be happy about.
After a while, the door to the room opens again, and the mage sees that Mimiko is carefully carrying a plate on which there was a kind of sandwich (to think that bread can be shaped like that!) and slices of apple, with the consequences of trying to peel it off. Nanako holds a mug of still steaming tea in one hand, and carefully hides the other behind her back. After the girls place their foot on the floor, near the futon, they freeze, as if waiting for a reaction to their efforts. Tears come to Suguru's eyes. There's no desire to eat anything, it feels like if he takes even one bite, he'll immediately vomit. And it's not the sisters' personal fault, not at all, it's because of the very strangeness in his body that Geto hasn't found an explanation for yet.
“Don't hide, bring some peroxide and a couple of band-aids," Nanako said with a fake smile. Still, it's too early for them to touch the knife yet.
Suguru treats the cuts, and as a consolation prize, puts a band-aid on Mimiko's finger as well. The girls thank him for his help, and then retire to their room, apparently to study the new doll they were given last week.
Suguru swallows stringy saliva, and never touches his food. Disgusting.
Something was wrong. Geto hated listening to the sensations in his body, because then all the curses he'd absorbed would come off like a chain. It was all accompanied by a wild rumbling in his head and the taste of bile on his tongue. Still, now seemed like a good time to pay attention to his own sensations. Suguru had long been accustomed to something foreign in himself, but lately something else had been added to the foreign cursed energy. Something he absolutely refused to think about.
After Riko's death, Geto had gradually stopped keeping track of his cycle, and though he still helped Satoru with his rut, Suguru could barely remember the date of his last heat. He didn't care much about his health, because no one around him seemed interested in it either. Only Shoko would occasionally look at him reproachfully when he borrowed a cigarette from her, but she never once brought up his reproductive health. Everyone in the shaman world cared only about the number of curses they eliminated. Fighters could be replaced - that's what the technical school was for. All this just to pave the endless road to the future with young bones.
The likelihood of getting pregnant under his circumstances was rapidly approaching zero, and yet... It would be strange if anything to do with Gojo wasn't a miracle. Satoru was incredibly fortunate, so could that be passed on to his child? The last connection they had was just before that very mission in Mimiko and Nanako's village. Satoru was upset about something, and Suguru in turn just knew a good way to comfort him.
Geto didn't know what he would do if his fears about the child were confirmed. As unfortunate as it was to bring another life into this cruel world, he wouldn't be able to do anything with a piece of Satoru inside him anyway. And he won't let anyone else either. Even if the baby inherited one of the family techniques, the Gojo clan was the last thing Suguru would worry about, after all he had already turned his back on the entire magical world. Even if his life is cut short by a flash of Violet one day, he's sure that Satoru will take care of his children, no matter what it costs him.