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Suguru Geto x Reader pt. 8

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After hours of wandering through countless shops, Tori and I collapsed into a cozy café, our shopping bags huddled around our feet like loyal companions. She was mid-rant about some store not having her size—of what, I'd lost track. Meanwhile, I cradled my cappuccino in both hands, staring into the foam as my thoughts drifted to Suguru.

"Hey, back to earth?" Tori's voice cut through the fog, her eyebrows raised.

"Sorry, I keep zoning out," I muttered, shrugging.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" she asked bluntly.

"Hmm," I nodded, not looking up.

"Well," she began, leaning forward, "maybe he's right. I mean, you always try to figure out everything on your own." Her words stung, but I stayed silent, my expression unreadable, waiting for her to continue.

"It's hard to talk to you sometimes," she said gently. "You get all caught up in your head and don't say what's going on. I bet he wants to help, but how can anyone help if you keep pushing people away? No offense, but have you ever thought about it like that?"

I blinked, surprised by her unexpected honesty. She was right—completely right. Suguru, Shoko, even Tori—they'd all been so kind to me, and I'd been keeping them at arm's length. Not because I didn't trust them, but because I didn't want to burden them. Was my refusal to be vulnerable actually harming these relationships?

"None taken," I said quietly, shaking my head.

"Tori, you're probably right," I admitted after a pause.

"Of course, I am!" She beamed, sitting back. "You should talk to him when we get back to school." She checked her phone and stood, signaling for the check. "Speaking of, we should probably get going."

The café was bustling, filled with the hum of lively chatter and the comforting aroma of cinnamon rolls mingling with coffee. For a moment, it felt like a refuge from the pressures of school. But as much as I enjoyed the change of scenery, her words lingered. Maybe it was time to face my fears and have that conversation with Suguru.

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The hallway to the dorms felt quieter than usual as Tori and I reached the point where our paths split.

"Today was awesome. Now, go and talk to him, understood?" Tori wrapped me in a quick hug, waving as she turned down her hallway.

"Sure. See you tomorrow," I replied, waving back.

As she disappeared around the corner, I slowed my pace, fumbling for my keys. There was no way I was going to talk to Suguru tonight. Not like this. I needed time to think—time to plan what to say and how to say it. Tomorrow, in between classes, I'd text him. That was the plan. Satisfied with my decision, I dropped my bags unceremoniously onto the table, not even bothering to unpack them. After changing into my pajamas, I collapsed onto my bed, throwing on a random movie to distract myself from the impending "talk." Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

Monday arrived far too quickly, heralded by the relentless blare of my alarm. By the third snooze, I forced myself out of bed, dragging my feet to the bathroom. The warm water of the shower was a fleeting comfort, relaxing me for only a moment before—

Knock. Knock.

What? I wasn't that late—yet. Wrapping a bathrobe hastily around myself, I stumbled to the door, my wet hair sticking to my face.

"Yes?" I cracked the door open cautiously.

Standing there was Ijichi, the assistant manager, his professional demeanor as rigid as ever.

"Miss Y/N, you've been chosen for a mission alongside your upperclassman, Geto," he said, holding a crisp paper in his hands.

My heart sank. Behind him, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, was Suguru. His expression was unreadable, but his presence alone set my nerves alight.

"Can we meet at the parking lot in 30 minutes, or do you need more time?" Ichiji added, his gaze sweeping over my disheveled appearance.

"Thirty minutes is fine," I stammered, shutting the door before sprinting back to the bathroom.

This was not how I wanted to face Suguru—not in the middle of a mission, and definitely not when I'd just rolled out of bed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I muttered, yanking the hairdryer off the counter. In record time, I dried my hair, threw on my uniform, and grabbed my nunchaku. A quick spritz of perfume, a hurried gulp of water, and I was out the door, still struggling to get my shoes on as I rushed to the meeting point.

The parking lot was bathed in the soft light of the early morning, but the atmosphere between us was anything but serene. Suguru stood next to Ijichi, his hair neatly tied back, his uniform immaculate. He looked good—too good. Meanwhile, I was painfully aware of the fact that I was a mess, both inside and out.

We exchanged stiff greetings before climbing into the car. The tension inside was suffocating. Suguru sat beside me, his face turned toward the window, silent. It was like a physical wall between us, and every second of it made my chest ache.

I kept my hands folded in my lap, stealing glances at him, hoping for a sign—a word, a gesture, anything to break the ice. But there was nothing. His silence cut deeper than I expected, and I found myself gripping the edge of my seat, willing the awkwardness to end.

I wanted to say something. I needed to say something. But the cramped space, the watchful eyes of Ijichi, and my own lack of preparation left me paralyzed. Instead, I stared at my knees, my head hanging low, feeling like a scolded child.

I didn't even know the details of the mission—I'd been too flustered to ask. All I knew was that today was going to be a long, painful day.

As we arrived, the quiet suburb unfolded into an elementary school, its small playground eerily still. The tension in the air matched the somber atmosphere. Suguru and I stood beside the car as Ijichi laid out the mission.

"There's been cursed energy detected here, but the priority is retrieving two children who haven't returned home. We believe they're alive, but stay prepared for anything. Good luck." He gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder before retreating to let us proceed.

Suguru took the lead as we approached the school, his movements steady and composed. My heart pounded as I trailed a few steps behind, rehearsing what I might say to him.

But then he broke the silence first.

"Hey, whatever's going on between us... can we handle this together?" His tone was calm, professional, yet his words carried a weight that made my chest tighten.

I blinked, caught off guard. Was this a truce? A promise to talk later? Or just a way to keep things functional for the mission? My mind raced with questions, spiraling deeper into uncertainty.

Focus. Now isn't the time to overthink.

I quickened my pace, stepping up beside him. "Of course. No problem," I said, nodding firmly, hoping my voice didn't betray the turmoil in my head.

We walked in sync toward the entrance, the looming mission ahead forcing me to push personal thoughts aside—for now.

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The abandoned elementary school felt suffocating, each step echoing ominously. A faint, fearful whimper guided us to a classroom.

"They're in here," I said, quickening my pace and pushing the door open.

Inside, two children cowered beneath a desk, their small frames trembling. The sight hit me like a wave—I'd been there before, frightened and alone. I approached slowly, crouching to meet their wide eyes.

"Hey, it's okay now," I said gently, offering my hand. "We're here to help."

Channeling my cursed technique, I let soothing energy ripple outward, washing over them. Their breaths steadied, and they nodded hesitantly, clutching each other tightly.

Suguru, standing by the doorway, glanced back. "You stay here with them. I'll handle the curse."

"No," I said firmly, rising to my feet. "We're a team. I'm coming with you."

We found it soon—a hideous amalgamation of sharp teeth and writhing tendrils lurking in the shadows. Without hesitation, Suguru summoned his curses, sending them forward in an elegant, deadly dance. I gripped my nunchakus, ready to dive in.

"Stay back, Y/N!" he barked, his voice sharp. "I need room to move!"

"I'll get in close!" I shouted, darting toward the curse.

"Damn it!" Suguru snapped, yanking his curse back. "Use your technique instead!"

"I can't!" I shouted, frustration burning in my chest as I swung at the curse, my nunchakus connecting with a solid crack.

"What do you mean you can't?" Suguru's eyes flicked to me, his irritation palpable.

"I don't know how!" My voice broke, the admission spilling out as the curse retaliated, its tendrils slicing the air. I leapt back but wasn't quick enough—a glancing hit sent me stumbling.

Suguru seized the opportunity, his curse constricting the curse as his other summons tore into it. A final surge of energy and the curse dissolved, condensing into a black sphere. Without hesitation, Suguru approached it, plucked it from the air, and consumed it, his expression unreadable.

"You're reckless," he muttered, still not meeting my eyes.

My chest tightened, but I shot back, "And you're impossible." I clutched my arm, the sting of both the curse and his words biting deep.

When we returned to the children, their fear had resurfaced, their small bodies trembling once more. Kneeling beside them, I let my cursed energy flow again, softening the sharp edges of their terror. Their cries quieted as they clung to my hands, their grip grounding me as much as I calmed them.

Suguru watched silently, his features softening. "At least that worked," he said, his voice no longer cutting.

"It's all I can do right now," I admitted, my voice quiet.

He nodded, his tone gentler. "We'll figure out the rest later. For now, let's get them home."

As we stepped out of the school and made our way toward Ijichi's car, the two children held hands tightly. One clung to my side, their small grip a comforting reminder of why we were here. I glanced at Suguru walking a few paces ahead, his expression unreadable. The silence between us was heavy, and I couldn't bear it any longer.

"Suguru," I began, my voice tentative. "I need to tell you something. Please, just... let me finish before you say anything."

He glanced back at me, a faint, almost teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Go ahead," he said simply, his tone soft but guarded.

I swallowed hard, gathering my thoughts. "The shock... or whatever this is... it started a few days before all of this. I don't know how to explain it, but it's like I'm pulled into something. I find myself in the memories and emotions of curses or people." My voice wavered, but I pressed on. "It's overwhelming. And when it happened a second time, I was terrified."

"I thought if I could figure it out, maybe I could control it—maybe it could even be useful. I didn't want to bother you or anyone else. Honestly, it sounds so ridiculous even as I'm saying it out loud." I let out a shaky breath. "I found a few things in books, but I don't understand them. I think I need help."

The weight in my chest lifted slightly, but I kept my eyes on the ground, unsure of his reaction.

Suguru's footsteps slowed, and he reached out, gently placing a hand on my shoulder, his other lightly gripping the arm of the child holding me. It almost made us look like a strange little family in this moment.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low but steady, his gaze piercing. "You should know by now that you're never a burden to me. Whatever this is, you don't have to figure it out alone. You're strong, but even the strongest of us can't carry everything on their own."

There was a brief pause before he continued, his tone softening. "I'm sorry I was so hard on you. I thought it would push you to open up, but I see now that I should have just been patient. I hate seeing you shut me out."

His words struck something deep inside me. "I'm sorry too," I whispered.

His lips curved into a small smile. "You're stubborn as hell, you know that?"

I chuckled softly, wiping at my face. "Yeah, well, you're not exactly easy to deal with either."

His hand gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Good. It keeps things interesting."

For the first time in days, the tension between us felt like it was melting away. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt like I wasn't carrying this alone.

As we approached the entrance of the school, the sight of two worried parents waiting near Ijichi's car immediately caught my attention. Their faces lit up with relief when they spotted the children clinging to us. The little ones released our hands and ran to their parents, who dropped to their knees, arms wide open.

"Thank you so much!" the mother exclaimed, her voice trembling as she hugged both kids tightly. The father bowed deeply, gratitude written all over his face. "We owe you everything."

"It's our duty," Suguru replied, his tone calm but kind. His formal manner reminded me of how seriously he took his role as a sorcerer, even amidst chaos.

Ijichi approached, clipboard in hand. "Great work as always," he said, giving us both a nod. "Is everyone unharmed?"

"Yeah, the kids are safe," I replied, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "We handled the curse."

Ijichi glanced at the parents and children, ensuring everything was in order, then turned to us. "If you're ready, let's head back."

I looked at Suguru, and he gave me a slight nod. As we walked toward the car, the weight of the mission—and the conversation we'd had—started to settle. We'd saved lives today, but more than that, I felt like I'd taken the first step toward mending what had been fractured between us.

As I climbed into the car, Suguru sat beside me, the tension from earlier almost entirely gone. His hand briefly brushed mine as he settled in, a silent reassurance that, despite everything, we were still a team.

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Tori and Nanami squared off on the field, both focused and ready. Nanami, with his intense gaze, calculated Tori's movements, aiming to use his Ratio Technique to find her weak points. Tori, however, was nimble and fast, anticipating his strikes and evading his precise blows with impressive agility. As Nanami prepared a finishing strike, Tori caught him off guard, sweeping his feet and landing him flat on the ground.

With a triumphant grin, she leaned over him and teased, "Maybe next time I’ll let you win." She winked, and he couldn’t help but smile back, impressed.

After practice, I sat on Suguru's bed with a warm cup of tea, watching him clean a small wound from sparring with Gojo. The day had been refreshing—a chance to let loose and really push myself.

“Tori was great today,” Suguru said, focused on his bandage. “I think she made a real impression on Nanami, though he’s hard to read sometimes.”

I nodded, excited for her. “Right? And that line she threw at the end… I’m already rooting for them.”

Suguru raised an eyebrow. “Just don’t get your hopes too high. You know both people have to want it.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “I know, but it’s impossible not to get invested. You know what she asked me in class today?” I smirked, ready to drop the question.

He looked up, interested. “What?”

“If I’d ever thought about a threesome,” I said, pausing before adding, “...with you and Gojo.”

Suguru’s expression didn’t change much, but he gave a casual shrug. “And? Have you?”

My jaw dropped slightly, surprised he was taking it seriously. “Have you?” I countered, deflecting as I tried to figure out what to say.

He leaned back, his gaze steady. “Yeah, I have.”

I stared, stunned at his honesty. This was unexpected. I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. “Well, maybe... yeah, I have too.”

Suguru took my empty cup, placing it aside as he moved closer, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His expression softened.

“I did some digging into that curse from your mission,” he said, his tone shifting. “It seems like an unusual situation. A strange coincidence, maybe. ”

,,Its okay.. I want to forget it already.” I said. ,,Today I finally felt like normal person again, it was really annoying how everyone were treating me.” I smiled.

,,I bet you like it, I can see it on your face how you like when I take care of you.” he teased.

I started blushing.

,,Today at the sparring, uff you were really great.” he continued. ,,You looked o good swinging that nunchaku.” changing his voice slowly. Playing with laces on my shorts.

,,Did I? Maybe if it didnt ended with you holding me tight under my neck.” I teased back still coping with my defeat.

,,Thats exactly how it was supposed to end.” He smirked.

He leaned closer to my ear. ,,Maybe we should took up from where we left.” My pulse raising as I felt the good nervous. Our faces met so close his lips slowly coming closer ending with collision with mine. He started to kiss me while holding my face with both of his hands. I started to relax giving up and move with his rhythm. When we were close he could do anything I was there for him. My eyes still closed head leaning back as he started to kiss my neck.

Flashes of disjointed visions haunted me—the practice field from earlier, but through Suguru’s eyes. I saw hesitation, followed by his ruse to trick me. Then, a different mission: Gojo battling a curse spirit, raw fear and desperation bleeding into my mind. The emotions weren’t mine, but they were vivid, overwhelming. Memories, sensations, and feelings that didn’t belong to me pulsed through my head. I tried to block it out, but the images pressed harder, forcing my eyes shut.

A sharp flash of light jolted me back.

"What the he—" I groaned, shielding my eyes with my hand. As my vision cleared, I saw Shoko standing over me with a flashlight, concern etched into her face. Suguru sat at the edge of the bed, worry darkening his features.

“You were out for minutes,” Suguru began, his voice tight. “You were shaking. There was blood running from your nose. I got scared.”

“How do you feel? Does your head hurt? Have you experienced anything like this before?” Shoko’s questions came rapid-fire. Her sharp, clinical tone didn’t mask her worry.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the lingering flashes of light. “I’m fine,” I lied, my voice steady. “Probably just some leftover symptoms from the concussion.”

Neither of them looked convinced.

“Really, I’m okay. I just need to rest,” I added, forcing a weak smile. Their concern was suffocating, and I couldn’t bear to add to it by explaining what was really happening.

“You shouldn’t have fought today,” Suguru muttered, guilt tugging at his tone. “If I’d known—”

“It’s not your fault!” I interrupted, desperate to stop him from blaming himself. “I felt fine. I didn’t know this would happen either.”

Shoko still wasn’t buying it. “Call me immediately if anything happens again. Understood?” Her tone was stern, almost scolding.

“Yeah, sure,” I mumbled as she left, clearly unconvinced.

But I wasn’t off the hook yet. Suguru’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, his voice quiet but firm. “You’re not telling me everything, are you?”

I tensed, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Of course I am. I told you—it’s just a leftover symptom.”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” he said, his tone hardening. “You don’t just black out like that for no reason.”

“I know, and I’m sorry I scared you, but I’m fine. Please, Suguru,” I pleaded, reaching for his arm. He pulled away, his jaw tightening.

“Not until you tell me the truth,” he said coldly.

My chest tightened. Conflict with Suguru wasn’t common, but when it happened, it felt like the air between us grew impossibly heavy. This wasn’t just a disagreement; it was a crack in something deeper, and I hated it.

“There’s nothing to tell,” I said softly, the lie heavy on my tongue.

He stared at me for a moment longer before standing up abruptly, the silence between us unbearable.

I trudged back to my room, my mind heavy with unanswered questions and Suguru’s cold demeanor. Once inside, I flicked on the lights and scanned my desk, grabbing every book I could find on sorcery and jujutsu techniques. Determined, I sat down and began flipping through pages, hoping for a glimmer of insight.

Emotion manipulation, sensing emotions, imprinting memories... The words blurred together as the hours ticked by. Frustration mounted as nothing seemed to align perfectly with what I was experiencing. By dawn, I had migrated to my bed, books scattered around me. My exhaustion won out, and I fell asleep.

I woke to the harsh glare of mid-morning light streaming through my window. My head throbbed from oversleeping, but I had no time to dwell on it. Maybe the school library would hold what I was looking for. After freshening up, I headed there, determined to dig deeper.

The library was serene, sunlight cascading through tall windows and painting the rows of bookshelves in a warm glow. My fingers trailed along the spines as I searched, pulling books out one by one, only to find them useless. Hours passed with no answers. Desperation set in as I reached the last section of shelves.

And then I saw it. A worn leather book with the faint gold-embossed title, "Empathic Manipulations and the Veil of Aether." My heart skipped a beat as I pulled it out and opened to the first page.

“Hollow energy manifests as a reflection of the sorcerer’s emotional depth. It thrives on balance—courage against fear, calm against chaos. However, overexposure to Hollow energy risks emotional fusion, where sorcerer and conduit become inseparable, leading to madness or loss of self.”

I sank into a nearby chair, gripping the book tightly as I read on.

“Few wielders of emotional shadow energy exist in records. Those who mastered such techniques often walked a fine line between savior and oppressor, bending morale as one bends steel. Emotional energy, though subtle, holds catastrophic potential when unchecked.”

The next chapter addressed practical use and its risks:

“When channeling emotional energy, proximity to heightened emotions—love, rage, despair—can significantly amplify the Veil’s power. However, the sorcerer must master advanced grounding rituals to mitigate feedback. Emotions are tides: constant but ever-changing. A sorcerer with empathic abilities must be a lighthouse—anchored and steady—lest they be swept away by others’ storms.”

The final section chilled me.

“Energy connected to remnants of curses or individuals often imprints emotional or sensory echoes. These echoes, while untraceable to ordinary senses, may manifest in unique sorcerers who possess high empathetic sensitivity. This technique, sometimes called 'Residual Empathy,' allows the user to glimpse into the emotions, memories, or intentions tied to residual energy but requires mental discipline to avoid overwhelming feedback.”

I stared at the page, the implications sinking in. “Without mastery, such a technique can lead to psychological strain, blurred distinctions between self and others, and intrusive thoughts. Guidance is advised to safely integrate and manage these abilities.”

Sliding the book under my arm, I left the library. My mind buzzed with the weight of what I’d learned. No pressure—if I didn’t master this, it could very well consume me. Great.

What now? Should I find a sensei to teach me? How do I balance this thing? Ugh, the only way is to train it, so I can learn control. But how can I train when there’s always someone around?

After copying notes from the books into my journal, I tried meditating. My goal was to summon those foreign memories at will. Focusing on past fights, on my opponents, on their emotions. Nothing. I shifted to sensing my cursed energy—still nothing. How does this damn technique even work? Frustrated, I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Beep.My phone buzzed, and I scrambled to check it, hoping it was Suguru reaching out. It wasn’t—it was Tori. “Can you come over tonight? I stayed this weekend at school.”

A break might not be such a bad idea. Maybe I deserved to step away from this burden for a while.

I knocked softly, pushing Tori’s door open. “Can I come in?” I asked, peeking inside.

Tori sat cross-legged on her bed, a huge smile lighting up her face. Her room was just like everyone else’s, except for the mountain of plushies in every corner. I used to tease her mercilessly about them, but over time, I’d grown so used to them that I barely noticed anymore.

“Yeah, of course, come here!” she chirped, patting the bed beside her.

I sat down, curious. “I have big news!” she squealed, her fists clenched with excitement.

I raised an eyebrow, ready for her to spill.

“So, you know how yesterday, after practice, you and Suguru left and we all went our ways?” Tori began, her grin wide as she leaned closer. “Nanami walked me back to my room! He had some notes about our sparring match, and as we walked, he said he hopes we can talk more—not just about practice!” She squealed, barely able to contain her excitement.

“No way!” I gasped, covering my mouth in shock. “I knew you made an impression!”

We hugged, laughing and jumping together while still seated. “I’m so happy for you, Tori! You were right—he definitely has an eye for you!”

“I know, I know!” She beamed, then paused, her expression shifting to a more serious one. “But what now? What do I wear next week? Maybe we should arrange another practice—or you and Suguru could invite us for mahjong or something?”

The mention of Suguru made my stomach drop. I nodded absentmindedly as she pulled out an outfit to show me, but my mind lingered on how strained things had become with him.

“How was your day? You seemed down when you walked in,” she asked, concerned. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Just tired. Stayed up watching a series all night.”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t push further. Soon, she launched into an endless stream of possibilities about her budding relationship with Nanami. While I couldn’t fully focus, it was a relief to get lost in her excitement.

We stayed up late, talking and laughing before settling on a cheesy rom-com. I fell asleep for the first time in what felt like days without the weight of my thoughts crushing me.

The next morning, Tori and I decided to head into the city for some shopping—she wanted something new to impress Nanami, and I needed a change of scenery. We agreed to meet at the vending machines before heading out.

I was running late, fumbling to adjust my outfit as I rushed to the meeting point. Turning the corner, I spotted Tori waiting. But she wasn’t alone. Suguru stood nearby, deep in conversation with someone else.

For a fleeting moment, his gaze met mine. His expression remained neutral, his acknowledgment a faint smile before he turned back to his conversation.

Tori noticed my hesitation as I approached. “What’s up with him?” she asked, glancing back at Suguru with a puzzled look.

“We’re not talking,” I said flatly, shrugging. “Or rather, I’m not talking to him, and he’s mad about it.”

“Well,” she teased, nudging me with her elbow, “maybe you should buy something today to make him talk.”

Her playful tone made me crack a smile, even as my chest tightened at the thought of him.

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Days dragged on, each one feeling longer than the last. I felt ready to jump back into training, but everyone else treated me like I was made of glass. They wouldn’t let me lift a finger without asking if I needed help, as if I might trip on a flat surface. Three days of this, and I was desperate for things to go back to normal. The stitches were gone, the scab on my head had finally healed, and aside from the occasional headache, I felt fine. Watching everyone train, run, and go about their routines without me was like torture.

Still, I tried to use the time to reflect, thinking back on everything that happened on the mission. I felt a surge of pride at discovering new abilities, even if the cost had been high. Tori had finally decided she’d make her move on Nanami, and classes and missions resumed as usual. But there was still Suguru’s strange question about choice rattling around in my mind. He’d questioned whether I’d actually chosen to become a sorcerer, and I wondered if choice really mattered. Wasn’t it more of a privilege to be able to help others like this?

Lost in my thoughts, I almost didn’t realize how long I’d been staring out at the garden. The day was slipping by, and I’d promised myself I’d get some schoolwork done. As I stood and made my way along the veranda, heading back to my room, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. It felt as though the floor stretched endlessly in front of me. A sharp, itching pain flared in my head, and I pressed my hands to my temples as if that could dull it. Then, a strange heaviness filled my chest—sadness, maybe even fear. My heart ached, not with my own emotions, but with something darker.

Fragments of an image flashed before me—the office building from the mission. But this wasn’t my memory; it was like I was seeing it from someone else’s eyes. I realized, stunned, that I was somehow feeling the curse’s own emotions—the defeat, the fear it had felt right before I’d exorcised it. The sensation was overwhelming, pressing in on me until I could barely stand. I braced myself against the wall, fighting through the sensation until I finally managed to reach my room.

Breathing hard, I closed the door behind me, my mind racing. What had just happened?

Back in my room, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to focus. “Just block it out,” I muttered to myself. But the more I tried, the more it pressed in, seeping through the cracks. I could feel something dark and shadowy pooling beneath the surface, the same dark energy I’d felt in my domain expansion. This darkness, this “Hollow” I’d glimpsed in my fight, now seemed to move on its own inside me, stirring like something half-awake.

I knew I needed to get back to training as soon as possible. That morning, I dragged myself into class with bags under my eyes after barely sleeping, but there was no way I’d mention what was going on, not yet. Luckily, it was Friday, and the day passed quickly enough. In our last class, Tori was in rare form, chattering nonstop. I loved her, but all I could think about was getting to the training field after class. Still, I couldn’t help listening a bit as she went on about how she was finally ready for a relationship, gushing about how she couldn't wait to get to know Nanami better.

Then, out of nowhere, she broke my concentration entirely. “Would you ever consider a threesome?” she asked, her face dead serious.

I was shocked, eyes wide, trying to figure out if I’d heard her right. “Wait—what?” I blinked at her, not sure if I was dreaming.

She leaned closer, unfazed. “You know, with Geto and Gojo. You can’t tell me it hasn’t crossed your mind at least once,” she continued with a mischievous grin.

I stifled a laugh, glancing around to make sure Sensei wasn’t listening, though he was already packing up his things, clearly distracted. “Tori, what the hell?” I shook my head, chuckling. She just grinned wider, clearly proud of herself for throwing me off. As Sensei finally said goodbye and left us alone in the empty classroom, I grabbed my things, ready to bolt.

“I have to go,” I said, pulling her into a quick hug. “Oh, and for the record,” I added, winking, “of course I’ve thought about it.” Then I darted out of the classroom before she could fire back.

I went to the training grounds and found an empty corner, determined to confront this strange new power. I focused on summoning that dark energy again, hoping I could control it, bend it to my will. Slowly, the shadow pooled around my hands, just like in the fight. The Hollow felt cold but somehow alive, and as I concentrated, I could feel the emotions of others—their stress, their fears, even their fleeting excitement—like small vibrations around me.

“Heyyy, what are you doing here, monkey?” Suguru’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I rolled my eyes, feeling frustrated. Ugh, I just need some space. I turned to see the entire group behind him, and even Tori was with them. How? When did she...?

“We’re here for practice, and you’re already here. Want to join us?” he teased, his tone sarcastic. I couldn’t help but feel a little irritated. Of course, they’d all show up now, especially since I’d been so coddled the past few days. I loved being spoiled, but this? It was too much.

I glared at him. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

Suguru raised an eyebrow, his teasing smile fading. “Are you sure it’s a good idea? I was just joking. If you’re not feeling up to it…”

I cut him off, my voice sharp. “No, I meant it. Come on, I’ll kick your ass.” The words came out more forcefully than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. I was angry—angry that everyone was suddenly acting like I couldn’t do anything for myself, angry about the lingering effects of what had happened, and angry that I still couldn’t explain the strange emotions I was feeling.

The group sat down on the grass, and Suguru took a few steps toward me, his expression softening. “Monkey, you don’t have to prove anything. If you’re not feeling alright, we can always—”

“No, I said I’m fine.” I interrupted him again, turning on my heel and walking to the center of the field. I reached for my nunchaku, pulling them off my belt with purpose. It was time to show them I was ready.

The moment Suguru and I squared off, the air between us seemed to crackle with tension. I could feel his energy—he wasn’t holding back, and neither was I.

I lunged forward, nunchaku whirling in a blur, aiming to catch him off-guard. Suguru effortlessly dodged, his movements fluid, as if he were expecting me to strike from that angle. With a flick of his wrist, cursed energy surged from his body, manifesting into ethereal black shadows that twisted and coiled around his limbs like serpents.

"You're quicker than before," Suguru said, his eyes glinting with amusement. I didn’t let up.

I could feel his presence shift, a strange ripple in the air. His technique, Cursed Spirit Manipulation, was putting up a wall of cursed energy that I could barely break through. Each time I tried to strike, his curses were there, blocking or parrying with unnatural ease. The more I fought, the more his cursed energy seemed to push me back, making every attack feel heavier.

His eyes narrowed, watching my every move with an intensity I couldn't ignore. That wasn’t just strategy; it was like he was waiting for me to come at him with everything I had.

I threw another strike, this one coming from above, trying to break his defense. Suguru smirked, stepping back just slightly, allowing the strike to pass by him. But as I pivoted to prepare my next move, he closed the gap in an instant, using his curses to bind my arms. I barely had time to react before he twisted me around, forcing me to the ground.

I tried to kick out, using my legs to free myself, but the pressure on my limbs was overwhelming. His cursed energy tightened around me like chains, pulling me into submission. The world around me spun for a moment, my breath coming in ragged gasps. But I wasn’t done yet.

I focused, pulling the dark energy I had learned to shape. Veil of Aether—I had only just begun to understand the true depth of it, but I knew I could use it to break free.

The Hollow began to form around my hands. The black mass expanded, and I sent a shockwave of dread spiraling through the air. The emotion hit Suguru like a freight train. His grip loosened for just a moment as his own confidence faltered, just long enough for me to push free.

I shot back to my feet, preparing for my next attack, feeling the power surge through me.

Suguru blinked, the brief hesitation clearing from his expression. "Impressive," he said, but there was a new sharpness in his eyes. He liked this.

His curses flared once more, twisting around me as I tried to create another strike. They slithered faster than I could react, wrapping around me, pinning me in place. With a quick movement, Suguru appeared behind me, his arm snaking around my neck.

"Gotcha," he whispered.

I struggled for a moment, but I could already feel the weight of the fight pulling me under. He had me in a hold I couldn’t escape from. I breathed deeply, but the pressure was suffocating.

"Still want to keep going? This is kinda hot" Suguru's voice was low, almost teasing. My vision blurred as I fought to stay conscious, but I knew the fight was over. My body felt heavy, the fight draining out of me, and with a final groan, I relaxed into the hold.

I felt a bit better, the tension from the fight releasing. As Suguru let go of me, he checked to see if I was okay, a warm, almost mischievous smile crossing his face. "Maybe you should sleep in my room tonight," he suggested casually as we walked back to where the others were cheering. We swapped places, signaling that it was someone else’s turn to practice.

Gojo, ever the one to stir the group, asked, "Who’s next?" Tori and Nanami stood up simultaneously, their surprised looks meeting.

"So, it’s set," Nanami said with a grin, walking toward the field.

"Go, girl!" I cheered, proud to see Tori step up to something she wanted. As Tori and Nanami squared off on the field, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous for her. Tori had been talking about this moment for weeks, and now that it was finally happening, I was unsure if she was truly ready. But I knew she’d put her heart into it, and that was enough to make me proud.

Suguru’s hand rested around my shoulders, his fingers lightly tracing my arm, a comforting presence beside me. He seemed so at ease, as if the intensity of our earlier fight had barely fazed him. In contrast, I still felt that rush of energy flowing through my veins, the sharp sting of adrenaline mixed with the lingering ache in my body. It was hard to let go of the feeling, but being next to him helped me center myself.

“You okay?” Suguru’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

I nodded, offering him a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze softening as he leaned in a little closer. “About sleeping over?”

“Partly,” I teased. "But mostly about Tori. I just hope she doesn’t get hurt out there."

Suguru chuckled. “Tori’s tough. I’ve seen her fight before. She’s stronger than she looks."

I glanced over to where Tori was now facing Nanami. There was a spark of determination in her eyes, her stance steady and focused. Her previous nervousness seemed to have melted away. She was fully committed now, and that gave me a sense of pride. Still, I couldn’t shake the lingering feeling that I was somehow responsible for her now, for encouraging her to push forward with this.

As the fight began, both Tori and Nanami moved with precision. Nanami’s calm, calculated attacks contrasted with Tori’s more instinctive style. It was a beautiful back-and-forth to watch, each of them testing the other’s limits.

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