Suguru may have lacked faith in her being able to translate her surgical skills into hairdressing, but that just meant Shoko would be confident for the both of them. If he asked for a perfectly crafted curtains style haircut, they might have been in trouble, but small repairs like this were child's play. Literally, too.
She wouldn't even be able to say how old she was the first time she cut out bubble gum or art clay from one of her cousin's hair to hide the consequences of their shenanigans from the adults, but she couldn't be older then ten. It was way funnier to watch him squrim tho, than to actually admit some more related experience.
"All good, all done." And in truth, she was happy with the result, or rather, the lack of it as far as a quick glance allowed; hair strands that she had to cut off easily lost among other, longer strands of Suguru's admittedly luscious hair. As for what remained, she again picked up one of the strands firmly glued together by some curse remnant to the level of her eyes. "Gross. No creepiness intended, but, can I keep it?"
Soft chuckle left her lips when Suguru admitted the shirt actually belonged to Gojo.
Suguru tapped his feet as he waited, impatient and anxious, feeling the gentle tugs from the hair holding and slicing with the scalpel.
His friends truly were something else...
The sorcerer reached back to touch his hair, make sure it didn't feel like it was simply chopped off and he would have a whole chunk of hair missing there. It felt alright... He still had to go see it in a mirror. But despite that and Shoko's confident look and gleam in her eyes, Suguru still felt a little uneasy. He had to see it, and wear it for a couple of days before he settled on whether he liked it or not. Who the hell cuts hair with a scalpel ?! He felt entitled to his uneasiness.
Then when Shoko picked up a piece of gooped up hair, Suguru wrinkled his nose and waved dismissively in the air.
Ā« Gross indeed. Do whatever you want with it, I don't wanna know. Ā» And a quick shake of his head to refuse the very kind offer.
Ā« Mm-mn. No, thanks. I'm quite happy not having my hair fried,Ā Ā» he said, half jokingly, pulling his hair protectively over his shoulder.
Though the sun beats down upon him, the air as he rushes towards the building is cool against skin. Whatever he felt earlier has calmed, a sense of tranquillity washing over him - until Suguru shows up, and it starts anew, thrumming through his body in a steady beat. Is this a sickness relating to his friend ? Thinking about it, hasn't he felt something similar before ? Back when they were playing games and hands brushed while reaching for snacks. A delicate pink had blossomed across cheeks then as it does now, odd sensations in his stomach swirling. "There you are ! Took your time, Suguru." He tries to ignore it, clapping him on the back instead and grinning. "Guess you lost, so you're paying for dinner-- "
Oh. That expression. Either he's displeased, wants to ask him something, or - what ? He can't say. Part of him isn't sure it wants to know. "-- Ha ? What's with that look. You good ? Heat getting to you, too ?" Thumb points towards the door, hands burying themselves in his pockets. "C'mon, let's go inside. It'll be cooler in there. We can go to the arcade too if you wanna." Another glance at his friend. Caught in sunlight, his face is framed by rays cascading down from the heavens. He is, in a way, beautiful - wait. Beautiful ? Suguru ? No way ! A hand rubs the back of his neck in perplexion. Perhaps soda will help ? Something sweet. His brain is likely running on fumes. "Could do with some candy or soda before that, though."
Suguru's frown doesn't leave his face when his friend claps his back. In fact, it deepens a little, concerned and confused by Satoru's erratic behaviour. And a little annoyed at his carelessness, too.
He pushes his arm away with a click of his tongue. Ā« āWhat's with that lookā ? Ā» he repeats. Ā« What's up with you ? You almost knocked an old woman over, Satoru, Ā» he says. This has got nothing to do with the heat.
Ā« I don't wanna go to the arcade, Ā» he says, folding his arms across his chest, mood admittedly ruined by Satoru's behaviour. He doesn't want to play when he's acting so oddly and who knows how he will react to losing ! Still, he quirks an eyebrow as he observes his friend for a moment before sighing and dropping his arms to his sides. He can't stay mad at him for long, especially not when he's concerned.
Ā« Let's just go get the ice creams, see if that helps any. You were overheating in that bus. I'll take the bike back. But... Satoru, are you okay ? Ā» His brows are now curved up, expression soft and pleading. He hopes he knows he can talk to him... Lean on him, all that mushy suff.
You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.
tagged by : @zangyo (ty shiii <3)
tagging: @parieha ; @lidadur ; @yuujitheevessel ; @muryonokansei ; @2xcursekissed ; @omezuki ; anyone else just take it from me !
18. Are there any AUās youād like to explore but havenāt had the chance to yet?
I dooooo ! I'd love an arranged marriage au haha or soulmates au <3 i loooooooove those. also a regular modern (non-sorcerer) university au please gawd slice of life keeps me alive. and for canon i'd actually like to write more cult leader geto, but i find it a bit difficult to come up w interactions that make sense idk.
21. Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?
YES definitely. i 100000% gravitate towards the broody ones haha ; the quiet, reflective, more serious ones, or also the angry ones.
8. What are some similarities between you and your muse/muses?
Hmmm... For Geto I think I'm in my head a lot and mull stuff over too much ? i consider myself a very introspective person and also an ambivert, i can be pretty boisterous and loud and have fun and i'm friendly, but it depends a LOT who im with and also rly appreciate my alone time ā my energy reserves run out easily haha. I think we r v similar in these regards. Lots of feelings and thoughts that we keep to ourselves (i also have clinical depression)
17. Least favourite trope?
Omegaverse LMFAOOOOO like... i dont hate it but i just find it soooo unserious i can't... its too funny to me but also i avoid it like the plague when i see tags on ao3 or whatever LOL ! i rly dont care abt it, u will never catch me writing it or reading it, i will discuss it but bc i think its funny, not anything serious.
Hello ! Well... To be honest, it's pretty simple haha ; my keyboard is in French, and speech marks ( " ) and inverted commas ( ā ā ) don't exist in French. Instead guillemets ( Ā«Ā Ā» ) are used to indicate speech. Essentially my keyboard automatically uses Ā«Ā Ā» when I try to use quotation marks ? So it's actually easier for me since it's just the symbol that my keyboard has, otherwise I'd have to change / copy&paste quotation marks into each dialogue lol...
I also think it's stylish ! So I don't bother changing them.
[ hi ! i am going on a trip tmrw so i will be away for a week (not that im super active anyway lol), just wanted to let u guys know i wont be around here during this time ! i was going to write tonight and queue some stuff up on all my blogs, but my computer decided to die soā¦ :skull: i promise i will respond to things when im back ! and ofc u can catch me on discord but i will be low act there too. see u soon ! ]
it takes a moment to change someone's life; that's a truth yuuta knows too well. a string of these moments had gotten yuuta to where he was today: shadowing his mentorāhis saviorāat the temple to free people of their stressorsācursed spirits, as geto-sama had called them.
for the first few people who had come in, yuuta attentively watched as the older curse user had kindly heard them out, noting the spirits idly hanging from the people in different places, in different ways. yuuta made a mental note that none of the people were even remotely aware of the clinging creatures. non-sorcerers only knew the pressure and the negative emotions they felt.
when a young woman walks in and states her own issues, geto-sama's welcoming hand gestures to the woman as he encourages yuuta to try it now that he's seen him exorcise a few of the small curses plaguing the lives of these harmless people. the teen is hesitant at first, never having dealt with such small targets, never having worried about another person when it comes to eliminating cursed spirits. he'd usually just fight curses under the supervision of another member of the organization and weaken the spirits enough for rika to bring back to his mentor for his consumption. it was better geto-sama stored them rather than let them roam japan unattended and risking civilian lives.
yuuta relents after his mentor reminds him of his great progress during training, his nonstop practicing, his new ability to release rika at willāhis beautiful connection to his lost companion. yuuta feels silly for doubting his own abilities, sheepishly scratching his head with a smile.
"i guess you're right, " he says as he steps up to the lady, who they have learned is a freshman in university and stressed from the ongoing exams. she is also experiencing intense back pain that doctors were unable to treat or diagnose, attributing it to the nonstop studying. yuuta's eyes don't miss the serpent-like spirit wrapped around her waist, possibly flirting with the idea of crushing her entirely one day.
"rika," yuuta calls, his own curse appearing, ready to heed his orders as she always had. "let's help her out, alright?" he asks softly, nodding to the girl with a thumbs up. his smile from earlier finally reaching his eyes.
with this, rika slashes at the cursed spirit, ripping more than just the spirit from the girl. rika had stricken too strong; more than the curse is exorcised. a chunk of the young woman's midsection is gone; her body thuds as it hits the ground. however, with the threat eliminated, rika retires, leaving the scene in just a moment.
for a second, yuuta can't move. he watches as the blood begins to pool around his shoes, white sneakers sullied by red liquid. his breathing is evenāsilent almostāuntil it's not.
it dawns on him that the stains are a consequence of his own doing, another innocent life taken by him. the sight of red is his reminder of his crimes against his classmatesāhis reminder of rika, her lifeless body, her mangled corpse drowned in a puddle of blood. it's too much for him to bear.
silence is soon replaced with panic as his heart begins to pound against his ribcage, his eyes widening as he fixes his gaze beyond his shoes to the woman, now missing a chunk of her body. his arms raise to grip at his own hair, yanking a few strands out in his alarmed state as though bringing pain to him will pull him from some sort of dreamānightmare.
it doesn't.
oh god. this can't be happeningāhe'd been on such a roll with training. bringing out rika had gone so well over the past month. he'd been able to wield her without casualties among geto-sama and the other members of his organization.
geto-sama!āhe'd spent much of his time trying to prove to him and the other curse usersājujutsu sorcerer, as geto called themāthat he wasn't just some murderer, that he was someone whose gift would help change the world.
his eyes dart from the woman to his shoes, geto's feet visible in the corner of his eye, red soaking the fabric on his feet. his eyes briefly glance up to his mentor, before returning to the floor as guilt begins to consume him. he thinks he saw the remains of a smile on his teacher's face, but yuuta assumes it's from when he sweetly encouraged the teen to put what he'd learned in training into practice. that thought makes the 16-year-old all the more distraught. he was not making a good case for himself.
yuuta's knees hit the floor as he pushes his hands against the woman's open flesh, a futile attempt at stopping the outpour of blood from spilling any further.
"iā" yuuta begins, voice shakey, yet loud at the same time. tears begin to well in the corner of his eyes. "i didn't mean toārika justāshe missed. she didn't mean toāi didn't mean to kill her."
"i'm sorry; i'm sorryā"
his plead abruptly stops as he feels a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. he jerks up at the sudden contact, reflexively peering over his shoulder. his mentor's calm voice breaks through the turbulence.
this time, yuuta doesn't hesitate to look up at geto-sama. yuuta is not exactly calm, but he does feel relief that it seems as though his mentor understands that it was a mistake and isn't mad. although he is reassured, it doesn't stop yuuta from trembling as he presses against the open wound. "it's not. i just hurt her. she's bleedingāshe's gone," he explains quickly, as though geto has the solution to this situation.
yet, at the back of yuuta's mind, he knows any advice doesn't change what happened at that moment.
It truly is grating to his ears listening to this bunch of monkeys yap and whine and ask for his help as though he had an ounce of care for them in him. Still he smiles placidly, pretends to care although sometimes not very hard. These people have what he wants, so he will put himself through hours of it to claim what's his in the end.
It's as easy as a flick of his wrist for him to rid these desperate lesser beings of their own viciousness clinging to them like leeches. Spirits twist and morph under his fingers, swirling like tendrils and compressing into orbs of condensed malice like black marble. Tiny creatures that amount to nothing were it not for their numbers. Varying in sizes, in emotions, in threat.
There is one, however, that he's thrilled to have in his possession, albeit indirectly. The boy had called her Rika, and she was, he was certain, a crucial piece of the puzzle to get his plan moving along. Except she was out of control, still, and without him absorbing it, it was up to the boy to tame it.
Okkotsu Yuuta. What a wonderfully pliant boy he had turned out to be ! Suguru hadn't needed to try to convince him to join his cause. The poor thing had seen with his own tired eyes far more than anyone his age should. Suguru wasn't necessarily thrilled for the boy's trauma, but it had... Certainly made things a little bit easier. He understood ; he had seen it, too.
Taking him under his wing has proven fruitful. He has nurtured the boy with the care he needed, the same kind that oozes out of him by nature, and now it was time to put his training to the test.
The false priest gestures towards their client, the last of the day. He notices Yuuta's hesitation, and is quick to reassure him about it. Then his mentee takes a step forward, calls for Rika, and Suguru's own skin tightens with goosebumps. He notes the smile on his lips, and he smiles back, offering him an encouraging thumbs up as he leans his weight on the soft cushion of his kyosoku.
He's not surprised by the scene that unfolds before his eyes. His smile stretches into an amused smirk, and he follows Rika's spirit through lazy eyes from his spot as she vanishes after Yuuta's petition is fulfilled. Just like that ; childish behaviour, but he supposes she is a child, after all. It's endearing, in a twisted way.
Suguru pushes himself up to join his pupil's side. He can't allow him to spiral, not when he's done such a good job ! The soft fabric of his socks insulate the sounds of his steps as he approaches, and he stops next to him. He doesn't care about the blood seeping through, and he doesn't look at Yuuta when he sees him look at him from out the corner of his eye. He's looking at the mutilated body of the woman in front of them, the shocked expression on her face as she lays dead on the wooden floor and the pool of blood only grows wider and wider.
He does eventually crouch down next to him when he plops down, frantically trying to put the woman back together and bring her back to life. Endearing, again, but he shouldn't get his hands dirty by blood that isn't worth their soap.
He puts a hand on Yuuta's shoulder, reassures him that it's okay and that he's there, but the boy keeps babbling and he can see the guilt and the pain behind his wobbly eyes. Suguru reaches for his hands this time, pulling them away from the woman's body and holding them in his instead, blood thick and warm and slippery. But he holds them safely, holds him.
Ā« Okkotsu-kun. It's alright, Ā» he says softly, voice levelled. Ā« Rika-chan was a very good girl, wasn't she ? Came when you called her and did exactly as you asked. And you, too. You have done very well and helped ā no more cursed spirits will come from this, Ā» he looks at the woman for a fleeting moment before looking back into his student's wide eyes, reaching to squeeze his shoulder reassuringly once again and staining his shirt bloody. Minor details.
Ā« Don't waste your worry on someone like this. You've cleansed more than just a cursed spirit today. Ā» He did, after all, just rid the world of one less disgusting monkey.
Then as he gets up, he pulls the boy up along. These creatures truly don't deserve Yuuta's genuine care, let alone his knees pressed against the hard floor. He can tell he has a lot to give, but he still needs to learn to channel it towards the right people and not just spill it onto everyone.
Ā« Let's call Manami so she can have someone clean this mess, and then let's go get cleaned up and get some fresh air, hm ? Ā»
it takes a moment to change someone's life; that's a truth yuuta knows too well. a string of these moments had gotten yuuta to where he was today: shadowing his mentorāhis saviorāat the temple to free people of their stressorsācursed spirits, as geto-sama had called them.
for the first few people who had come in, yuuta attentively watched as the older curse user had kindly heard them out, noting the spirits idly hanging from the people in different places, in different ways. yuuta made a mental note that none of the people were even remotely aware of the clinging creatures. non-sorcerers only knew the pressure and the negative emotions they felt.
when a young woman walks in and states her own issues, geto-sama's welcoming hand gestures to the woman as he encourages yuuta to try it now that he's seen him exorcise a few of the small curses plaguing the lives of these harmless people. the teen is hesitant at first, never having dealt with such small targets, never having worried about another person when it comes to eliminating cursed spirits. he'd usually just fight curses under the supervision of another member of the organization and weaken the spirits enough for rika to bring back to his mentor for his consumption. it was better geto-sama stored them rather than let them roam japan unattended and risking civilian lives.
yuuta relents after his mentor reminds him of his great progress during training, his nonstop practicing, his new ability to release rika at willāhis beautiful connection to his lost companion. yuuta feels silly for doubting his own abilities, sheepishly scratching his head with a smile.
"i guess you're right, " he says as he steps up to the lady, who they have learned is a freshman in university and stressed from the ongoing exams. she is also experiencing intense back pain that doctors were unable to treat or diagnose, attributing it to the nonstop studying. yuuta's eyes don't miss the serpent-like spirit wrapped around her waist, possibly flirting with the idea of crushing her entirely one day.
"rika," yuuta calls, his own curse appearing, ready to heed his orders as she always had. "let's help her out, alright?" he asks softly, nodding to the girl with a thumbs up. his smile from earlier finally reaching his eyes.
with this, rika slashes at the cursed spirit, ripping more than just the spirit from the girl. rika had stricken too strong; more than the curse is exorcised. a chunk of the young woman's midsection is gone; her body thuds as it hits the ground. however, with the threat eliminated, rika retires, leaving the scene in just a moment.
for a second, yuuta can't move. he watches as the blood begins to pool around his shoes, white sneakers sullied by red liquid. his breathing is evenāsilent almostāuntil it's not.
it dawns on him that the stains are a consequence of his own doing, another innocent life taken by him. the sight of red is his reminder of his crimes against his classmatesāhis reminder of rika, her lifeless body, her mangled corpse drowned in a puddle of blood. it's too much for him to bear.
silence is soon replaced with panic as his heart begins to pound against his ribcage, his eyes widening as he fixes his gaze beyond his shoes to the woman, now missing a chunk of her body. his arms raise to grip at his own hair, yanking a few strands out in his alarmed state as though bringing pain to him will pull him from some sort of dreamānightmare.
it doesn't.
oh god. this can't be happeningāhe'd been on such a roll with training. bringing out rika had gone so well over the past month. he'd been able to wield her without casualties among geto-sama and the other members of his organization.
geto-sama!āhe'd spent much of his time trying to prove to him and the other curse usersājujutsu sorcerer, as geto called themāthat he wasn't just some murderer, that he was someone whose gift would help change the world.
his eyes dart from the woman to his shoes, geto's feet visible in the corner of his eye, red soaking the fabric on his feet. his eyes briefly glance up to his mentor, before returning to the floor as guilt begins to consume him. he thinks he saw the remains of a smile on his teacher's face, but yuuta assumes it's from when he sweetly encouraged the teen to put what he'd learned in training into practice. that thought makes the 16-year-old all the more distraught. he was not making a good case for himself.
yuuta's knees hit the floor as he pushes his hands against the woman's open flesh, a futile attempt at stopping the outpour of blood from spilling any further.
"iā" yuuta begins, voice shakey, yet loud at the same time. tears begin to well in the corner of his eyes. "i didn't mean toārika justāshe missed. she didn't mean toāi didn't mean to kill her."
"i'm sorry; i'm sorryā"
his plead abruptly stops as he feels a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. he jerks up at the sudden contact, reflexively peering over his shoulder. his mentor's calm voice breaks through the turbulence.
this time, yuuta doesn't hesitate to look up at geto-sama. yuuta is not exactly calm, but he does feel relief that it seems as though his mentor understands that it was a mistake and isn't mad. although he is reassured, it doesn't stop yuuta from trembling as he presses against the open wound. "it's not. i just hurt her. she's bleedingāshe's gone," he explains quickly, as though geto has the solution to this situation.
yet, at the back of yuuta's mind, he knows any advice doesn't change what happened at that moment.
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