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Satoru Gojo couldn't say it didn't start with a pocket packet of Kleenex, at the cross of Sakurabashi Bridge at 2 in the morning, 12 hours after the worst sentence he'd ever heard in his life. But, it did start there. Sort of. It was just what happened when there were long, sleepless nights. You met people that were only meant to flit over your life, as delicate as a cherry blossom brushing the tip of your nose, never there to stay forever. You got a bloody nose because you didn't want to wear the blindfold, didn't want to become what the blindfold would make you. You got a bloody nose, and there was a packet of tissues.
He knew he was meant to be a single petal in the whirl of the life of the great Satoru Gojo. A simple act of kindness, passing ships in the night, for a man too great to do anything but remember the casual kindness from a stranger.
He rejected that.
Suguru Getou couldn't say it didn't start with a man eating nightmares in the middle of the night, the same look of burgeoning vomit on his face that Suguru knew so, so well. A rejection, firm, cold, a kindred spirit drifting away, never meant to be Suguru's, or anyone else's.
He rejected that, too.
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- Part 4 of SuguSato x shroomly OCs <3