couldn't & wouldn't were two separate terms : suguru geto wouldn't work as a sorcerer on the behalf of tokyo technical branch any more , but that didn't mean that his sorcerer abilities would leave him . no , in fact , they were arguably a tad stronger the farther that he walked away from tengen's belittling protective measures . ( it felt strange , the last words he'd departed satoru gojo with , just as strange as the words the other had left him ruminating with ; not this time , g'night , suguru . now , satoru wasn't a terribly touchy person , suguru wouldn't be either if his senses were constantly working like gojo's were , but the fact that he'd been embraced stuck with him . embraced , and it worked like a temporary glue , forcing the pieces already beginning to break off from suguru's soul back into place , in the same satisfying click as those dvd cases . even now , they were tethered to him loosely , clinging using the strengthening affections & sympathy of his partner . if gojo hadn't survived . . . suguru would have done worse than leave . he would have fulfilled a toddler's twisted fantasy , setting fire and destruction upon the campus , wiping it off the map , or continuing to destroy until it was . what a terrible thought . )
surely , shiva's cold fingers were what resided in suguru's pockets , while he did his utmost best to wait for his opposing force of vashi to make his appearance in the void that was their shared universe . the presence of vashi , the mere knowledge that those icy eyes were on him , were reason to keep his hands pristine ; he could never risk their ire . the unimaginable vitriol of a creator , unlike himself , unlike someone who only lived to consume and twist , to live and to kill , assimilate and erase , to ultimately destroy . that was suguru's job , and with unimaginable pain , he did it dutifully . it wasn't his fault that another , kinder , more gracious being than even brahma could ever sculpt , called him out of that darkened void just in time to save his life . like suguru's head was held underwater , the sudden air rushing into his lungs were lighting him up from the inside in a fashion he long given up on . it was through satoru he breathed , through satoru he was his best , at his most alive . & yet here he was , running away , escaping jujutsu tech with the pride and joy of the entire gojo lineage . maybe satoru wasn't as full of vashi as suguru thought . maybe they both had inherited the ice cold touch of shiva . the irony . but suguru had known from the moment toji died , that both he & satoru were capable of so much more than simple , avid service . they could destroy this damn world that took amani away , that was so unfair , that was so fucking painful . suguru exits the barrier as soon as he can , in an effort to avoid potential trouble if he were to be asked about where it was he was going off too without an official assignment . he stuck to the shadows cast around the campus to avoid visual detection , and sentry curses to avoid people . those same curses were what would alert him to satoru's presence too . even once suguru was under artificial lights and neon signs , among the crowd of tourists that came and went from tokyo , he was unmistakable to a sorcerer . ( albeit those sentry curses were surprised with a squeak of their own shock , before properly alerting suguru to the information : satoru's arrival to the exact , same area . ) at this notification by mental message , the beast - master rose his eyes to the people as they passed , searching each and every head for white strands he knew so well . ❝ ━━ . . . there you are . i was waiting on you . ❞ the teen notifies his accomplice , already resting with his leg folded over the other and a delicious treat that he promised if satoru was on time for once . ( and no , it wasn't eaten . satoru had done as he promised he would , so the treat just happened to be untouched in this case . ) / @godsbox
