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(Savvy's pov)
The clearing behind jujutsu high tokyo was always quiet and empty. Peaceful to a certain few. Which meant it was the perfect place to stir things up and do the exact opposite of peace.
That's why there was currently a massive beam of blinding light being aimed towards a boulder.
Incredible amounts of pure concentrated white light came out of savvy's hands burning through the layers of rock. The force of light energy ripping through his flesh was increasing by the second and he could feel the familiar burn being turned up each degree.
'increasing capacity' he told himself. Burn more in training bleed less in battle. Simple logic really. But what he was doing right now was anything but "increasing capacity".
This was more like subconscious self inflicted punishment for not being good enough last mission. If only he was a bit faster, had better reflexes- someone out there lost a son today and savvy couldn't help but feel like it was his fault to some extent.
Bits of rock exploded all around and savvy was breathless his lungs burning half as much as his hands, he was lightheaded (haha pun) and the ground was apparently too hyperactive to stay still.
Even through his blurry vision he could see a figure taking shape—familiar shape— as the dust settled.
'No way- not this close to the school' his mouth turned up despite his brain providing useless warnings. His heart sped up as he felt the slightest brush of cursed energy he could recognise blindfolded. If his eyes weren't half closed due to the dizziness, the curse would've seen how they dilated. Gods he'd never hear the end of his bragging after that.
"Too close blueberry if you get caught you're cursed toast" savvy huffed out through a half formed laugh disguised as snark.
"Oh blueberry, that one's new and... Not as mean. Someone's in a good mood even half dead~" the voice grew closer through the dust which was now catching the sunlight and turning golden. But that voice- gods that voice. Savvy's stupid gay little heart skipped a beat so hard he couldn't blame it on his growing exhaustion. Why now- why him. But a quieter more earnest (gay) thought went, who else if not him. Fatal fucking hit.
His roomba of half concious thoughts of yearning were cut short by a snap infront of his face and a confused look on the man himself.
Mahito.
Special grade curse. Literally manifested from the collection of human hatred since the dawn of time. But gods did he have a pretty fucking face. And eyes. Honestly, heterochromia?? Can the gods (or whatever made him) be any more cruel- then again he can't really blame them either cuz even the jagged uneven lines of stitches across his face made savvy want to etch them into his memory for eternity.
He has no idea when he went from seeing him as an opponent to... Whatever this was..... (Shutup)
(Mahito's pov)
Mahito has to physically press his lips together to control the laughter. But holy shit was it hard- this entire situation was absolutely ridiculous and oh so entertaining so mahito wasn't gonna complain. Which is rare. Really really rare cuz complaining is his default state.
He really had this boy wrapped around his finger without even knowing what it meant. It was So. Goddamn. Fun.
He snapped his fingers infront of savvy's face to break him out of the daze.
"If you wanted to call me pretty you could just say it to my face you know, no need to turn it over and over in you head lightbug"
he quipped with a smirk that would've killed a lesser man. Not savvy, never savvy for some reason.
"Yeah keep dreaming i ha-" savvy's sentence faltered as he shot his arm out to balance himself against a rock untouched by his light manipulation.
He looked like he was nauseous and usually mahito would have the time of his life watching a human in that situation. But not this time- it wasn't fun anymore. Unintresting at best but with how him and savvy are, a stalemate between two powers that cancel eachother out, there was nothing entertaining about watching him suffer normally when mahito couldn't transfigure his soul.
A stalemate that lasted months. Mahito didn't know how he let it last this long.
He didn't let himself think that much before kneeling next to savvy who had sunk to the ground, mahito didn't need to touch him to know that he was burning up (not that he COULD touch him with that damn shield over his skin made of literal light like infinity)
"You know how embarassing it would be for me if you die of something as insignificant as exhaustion after literally surviving ME for months??? I wouldn't show my face outside ever again"
"I'm- not gonna die. Shut up." Savvy turned his face towards him with a barely formed smile.
Before mahito could come up with a snarky reply, savvy spoke again, slower this time.
"Why did you come to me" huh. Come to him? No he didn't?? Pfff it's not as if he came here just for savvy or anything that's ridiculous.......
"I didn't show up for you. I was around and felt your cursed energy around. Hard not to when you're blasting that shit around so carelessly-" mahito scoffed as he plucked a stray leaf off a twig trying to keep his hands busy.
"But you still came here, to see me. Right?" Gods this kid needs to shut up. His voice is barely audible as it is. He's clearly delirious.
"So what if I did verlaine. What are you gonna do about it hmm? I saw your cursed energy getting weaker so let's just say I came to get rid of you"
He didn't know why his
voice was louder than he intended.In all his time of existence never once had he experienced his breath catching in his throat as the humans described. Not until this moment atleast. His "arch nemesis" as he'd like to call him, just lifted a shaky hand and rested it on mahito's cheek.
"Just admit you were worried pretty boy I won't tell anyone i promise" savvy had the audacity to smile at him like he knew.
The boy wasn't Even looking, his eyes were closed, sweat dotting his forehead and nose. The audacity-
Mahito didn't know how to even process this let alone reply, the forcefield over savvy's skin was still there but it was flickering and unstable so much so that a bit of effort could definitely break through. But even tho one side of his brain was screaming this it felt so far away, the thing mahito noticed instantly was his hand.
Mahito reached up took savvy's hand away from his face and held it up to inspect and just as he suspected, it was 3 seconds away from being charred.
Mahito knew using too much of his ability would take a toll on savvy's body, he's seen it before when they fought and laughed about human fragility.
But now, with the boy who jumped around like a kangaroo on crack, laying almost motionless, it wasn't fun. At all.
As mahito moved his fingers along his palm in inspection savvy winced sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. "Ow careful it still hurts" yep. Definitely delirious.
"Alright get up. Go to that little doctor of yours. The one with the smoking addiction" mahito dropped his hand with more gentleness than he'd like to admit.
"First of all why do you care second of all how do you know her that's creepy" even that savvy said laughing slightly. Mahito knew him long enough to know that was coverup. Lightbulb was really fucked up rn wasn't he.
"Listen to me once In your goddamn life would you" he tugged his arm just cuz
"Ow ow ow geez wait stop gimme like two minutes i promise I'll get up please" oh shit. Those burns we're all over his body. As if he sensed mahito's growing concern suspicion, savvy spoke up again
"Leave me here I'll get up eventually I'm used to this, plus if i don't, gojo will find me either way. Someone would already be looking.... You should go"
Mahito sighed, he did feel someone else heading this way, but too faint. Too far. He did something he never even thought to do. He reached his hand out and touched savvy's forehead, just a brush of fingertips to hot skin, his heart dropped a little when he realised savvy's light shield was completely off. He was literally touching his forehead.
But what he felt instead was savvy's face relaxing at the touch. What. The. Fuck.
(Savvy's pov)
He was fading in and out of consciousness pretty fast. He knew he fucked up this wasn't new or anything (gojo was so gonna beat his ass after he recovered) but the one thing he could focus on like the light in the middle of a thunderstorm was touch. Mahito's touch. For the first time ever just skin on skin.
One really small part of his brain was saying 'he could literally take your life with that single touch' But the other 90% was like 'as if he doesn't already have it'
His body relaxed as if it was natural and maybe it was mahito's cursed energy cancelling out the burn of his own or something else but the relief almost made him cry. All he could think of was please never let go.
Mahito must've felt it cuz he traced his fingers down to his temple and said just one word
"Dumbass"
That's what finally made savvy consider if this was all a fever dream cuz his voice was so.... Fond. That's it. Fond. Savvy felt like he was gonna die there happy.
"You better be up and running by Sunday cuz I'm gonna fight your sorry ass and win. You're not going anywhere till then" that's all mahito said before withdrawing his hand and standing up
"Wait what are you-" savvy's voice carried out with a rasp before mahito turned around, winked and said
"making sure i get to win"
(Mahito's pov)
This was a dumb descision but that seemed to be quite the regular occurrence whenever he was near this certain sorcerer.
He'd overthink later.
"Close your ears for a second sunshine" with that Mahito turned his back to savvy and transfigured his own hands into a scythe and shield and banged them together to imitate a battle. Even threw in a screaming puppet for good measure. The slow poke sorcerers should definitely get to savvy on time now. Ha! Whoever said he wasn't a genius.
He threw one last look over to savvy who was looking shocked confused and amused at the same time. Bingo.
Savvy laughed and told him to leave fast and mahito rolled his eyes at that just for show. Then he leaped into the treeline as a few cursed energy signatures were getting too close.
He knew savvy would be fine. What he didn't know was why he wanted him to be fine in the first place, why his hand felt... Nice on his face or most importantly why he didn't just get it over with when he literally had his hand on savvy's damn forehead with no shield.
Well it's as he said. He'd overthink later. Thinking wasn't fun at all blegh- he would think of all that ..... Just after thinking about
"Blueberry"