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Satoru knew his one and only had done something stupid again the moment he stepped foot on Jujutsu High's campus.
After making sure his students were alright he left them to wait for the rest of the staff and he started following the trail of cursed energy like a bloodhound after a wounded deer.
The residual energy soon mixed with various others, clearly indicating Suguru must've summoned one of his curses to get out of there. Thankfully it was pretty clear the direction in which he was headed and Satoru didn't hesitate to teleport to their shared apartment.
Even in the dark, the moment Satoru stepped foot in the apartment he could see with painful accuracy the splatters of blood all over. He followed the crimson stains all the way to his and Suguru's bedroom and pushing open the door he was greeted by thick cursed energy and a guttural snarl.
Suguru's cat was standing over him, paws firmly pressed over the bleeding stump where his right arm was just this morning. Satoru immediately rushed over to his beloved, checking frantically for a pulse.
The white haired man sighed at the soft flutter of Suguru's vein under his fingertips.
"You idiot," Satoru chided softly as the other man opened his eyes briefly.
His only answer was a harsh exhale as his one and only nuzzled weakly against his hand.
Soon enough, Satoru turned his attention to the injury that was being tended to. The feline took a step back, letting him inspect the area. The skin has fully covered the stump, stopping any further bloodloss. Satoru didn't even think before he was ripping Suguru's sleeveless turtleneck off to make sure no other injuries were present.
"Well, you're one lucky bastard, let me tell you that," the white haired man, grumble as he slipped an arm around the other to pull him up "You are not sleeping covered in blood though!"
Satoru struggles for a moment to stabilize the two of them in an upright position and let's out a light chuckle as he feels Suguru wrap his remaining arm around his middle. Even delirious he was one affectionate cat.
Satoru's momentary joy was cut short by a barley audible whimper coming from the black haired man. Clearly, even after RCT he must've been in a lot of paint and jostling him surely did more harm than good.
Satoru takes that as his queue to finally pick up the other man and careful make his way to the bathroom.
Suguru tensed as the lights were turned on and Satoru run a hand over his back trying to convey that there was no threat.
"It's ok, love. You're alright, you're safe." Satoru muttered as he fully undressed the other man.
The white haired man did his best to throw his shirt and pants aside as well, remaining only in his boxers as he carefully maneuvered Suguru under the stream of water.
That seemed to seep out all of the previous tension, leaving the black haired man limp in the other's hold.
Satoru couldn't help but complain about how using Yuki to distract them was a horrible idea and how Suguru could've confided in him. Surprisingly, the latter was very talkative even in this semi conscious state. He kept grunting and puffing as if actually responding to Satoru's grievances which only made his chest grow warmer.
Once the water ran clear, the white haired man wrapped his beloved in a fluffy towel making sure not to aggravated his shoulder. He carried Suguru back to their bedroom and placed him in the armchair while looking for painkillers and a pair of new bedsheets.
Getting Suguru to swallow the pills was surprisingly easy and once the bed was clean, Satoru swiftly settled the other man over the covers. He rummaged through their closet before finding a pair of shorts and an old tank top for the black haired man.
He proceeded to spend at least two hours after that cleaning the entire house of any traces of blood, with the feline curse watching his every move. The cat seemed to return to whatever shadow realm it came from only after Satoru had changed himself and slipped under the covers, wrapping his arms and infinity around his one and only as the sun was starting to peak over the horizon.