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Another mission. This was Satoru’s third one today. He was absolutely exhausted, filthy and wanted nothing more than to get in the shower and collapse into bed. The door to his dorm room creaked open, and he groaned, stretching, relishing the popping in his back. In a slight daze of tiredness and battle adrenaline that was barely going down, he grabbed his stuff and stumbled towards the shower. The hot water burned away all the grime and grit on him. Satoru had p̶u̶r̶p̶o̶s̶e̶f̶u̶l̶l̶y̶ made a mistake and the curse had injured him. There were light lacerations on his skin, and a few dark purple bruises that clashed oddly with his porcelain skin. He turned off the water and reached for a towel. Neatly wrapping it around his waist, he did his night routine, then changed into his pajamas.
As he walked over to his bed, he realized Suguru was in it clutching one of his pillows. This happens pretty often. Whenever one of them had a bad dream or couldn’t sleep, they would go to the other's room. Satoru crawled into his bed, sliding into Sugurus' side. They were like two puzzle pieces perfectly fitted together, and made just for each other. He gently pushed the other boy's bangs out of his face, watching his violet eyes stare back at him. Purple and blue locked together, unspoken crackling in the air as they watched each other with bated breath and waited for the other to make a move.
“ Suguru, could you not sleep again?” Satoru’s question hung rather heavily in the air.
“Yeah, something like that”, Suguru said, not quite looking him in the eye.
“Tomorrow I have a mission to this village,” Suguru says.
“Really, what's so bad down there is that they need to send a special grade down to a tiny little village,” Satoru scoffs, seemingly unimpressed.
“Apparently some cursed spirit has taken at least 10 of the villagers”, Suguru replies, looking sullen.
“That's way more than I thought there would be” Satoru’s rather quiet voice seemed to be absorbed by the night.
Conversation stopped after that. They instead chose to lay next to each other, holding one another. They weren’t lovers but not exactly friends either. Both had words that needed to be spoken, but neither had the courage to say them out loud. Besides, they were the strongest they had all the time in the world. Satoru gently carded his fingers through Suguru’s hair, frowning slightly when he saw his friends' eyebags up close. Yet Satoru continued to believe that everything was all right; Suguru would never lie to him. The trust they held in each other was inexplicable. They would do anything for each other.
As Satoru’s mind raced with thoughts, one was louder than any other. Suguru was just so beautiful. Dark hair fanning around his head, chest slowly rising and falling as he slept. Lips pursed and eyebrows turned inwards as he continued to sleep, completely unaware of Satorus' unrelenting stare. Satoru did not feel worthy enough to bask in Sugurus' aura, his hands were covered in blood. Lives lost that could never be reclaimed, no matter how strong he grew. Even sinful blood pumped through his veins is the product of infidelity. Yet, somehow, he was granted power. What an odd turn of events. Satoru was dirty, and Suguru was so pure and angelic that even Satoru could not bare to taint him. So, for the sake of the other, Satoru decided to keep his feelings to himself. Love was nothing but a curse, and no one with power is granted a happy ending. Satoru could never bind Suguru to the same fate he was destined to have. “Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.”
Instead, Satoru chose to hold him close and sleep. Two bodies interlinked in ways that seem almost magical. Made for each other yet never allowed to be near. Rejecting one another yet continuing to attract. A hopeless cycle of pain, love and misery. Neither would be granted a happy ending no matter what was sacrificed.
In the morning, when Satoru awoke, the space next to him was cold and empty. Suguru had left for his mission. Satoru sighed but thought about hopefully seeing him tonight if they were both able to complete their missions on time. He got ready for the day and skipped down to Yaga to get his mission of the day. The entire time he was fighting the cursed spirits, he felt almost sick. There was this gross sinking feeling in his stomach that would not go away. Despite his attempts to crush the feeling and focus on his mission, the attempt was futile. Somehow, he was able to defeat the cursed spirit with only a few minor injuries. Pathetic. How could he let himself hurt like that? Satoru never made mistakes like that, but today just felt off. It felt like something horrible was going to happen, yet he didn’t know about it.
On his way back to school, nothing could soothe his racing mind. Not even some of his favorite sweets could calm him down. He felt twitchy and anxious, which is a feeling he was definitely not used to. Everything felt off, almost like the calm before a storm.
As he walked through the hallway back to his dorm room, he was intercepted by Yaga. The older man wore a look of both confusion and disbelief on his face.
“Satoru, we have to talk” Yaga said.
“Sure about what?” Satoru questions.
“Suguru slaughtered the village he was sent to, and, judging from the blood stains and residuals, he must have also killed his parents.” Yaga sadly shook his head.
“What?” Satoru was completely stunned.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, I barely understand what's going on,” Yaga replies.
This whole situation was too much for Satoru. Nothing made sense. In his daze, Yaga handed him a button and Satoru clenched it so hard blood started dripping down his wrist. Why would Suguru decide to kill a bunch of innocent people? It didn't make any sense. Suguru was the kindest person he knew, the person he knew that was devoted the most to helping others. There's no way that the same Suguru that would tenderly hold him was also capable of killing so many. Nothing was making sense. They were liars. That's all they would ever be.
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