the silence is unbearable. satoru stares at suguru's mangled body. corpse? was he dead yet? he hadn't been able to say anything before suguru smiled, exhaled a shaky, "won't you curse me one last time?"
as if satoru had ever cursed him. as if satoru had ever held any truly negatice feelings about him. as if satoru... well, as if satoru hated him.
he never had. not in the twelve years after geto suguru's defection, and not in the compartively short three years before. three years. he'd only known suguru for three years, but those years haunted him worse than a curse ever could. he couldn't exorcize those three years.
"i love you," satoru finally whispered. "i wish we had more time."
suguru shifts. alive, but barely. a grey eye meets blue. "one... last curse... satoru."
his mostly uninjured arm reaches uo and brushes satoru's cheek. his fingertips are cold. blood loss does that. satoru can't help but laugh.
"if that's what you want, suguru," satoru relinquishes control as easy as he takes it, it glides like sand through his fingers. twelve long years of pain, misery, confusion, sorrow, regret, anger, but most of all, twelve long years of love. "love is the worst curse."
geto suguru dies across from the only person who ever knew him.
in his place rises special grade cursed spirit suguru. "sa... to... ru..."
"are you hungry, suguru?" satoru pets over the curse's pale, mouthy flesh. it ripples and waves, little black voids opening and clsoing, gnashing teeth and red tongues clawing hungry at his fingers.
"eat?" suguru warbles. "eat! eat, eat!"
on the morning of december 28th, 2017, okkotsu yuta, zen'in maki, inumaki toge, and panda report their instructor, gojo satoru, missing.
no one has heard from him since.
