#ic. suguru

[gomannakami]

❛  what ,  you’re  going  to  kill  me? ❜ | @summerxmelodies (cursed spirit verse) for suguru

"kill you? why on earth would i do that?"

he can't help but smile brightly at the girl, humor masking his true intentions. he's heard of the fearsome cat-like cursed spirit in the past, has heard how powerful she is.

whyever would he kill her, when he could consume her and make her his instead?

"i mean you no harm, i assure you. it's rare to come across a cursed spirit smart enough to hold a conversation, or one who looks so very human. i don't want to kill you, no. i want to get to know you. is that alright?"

[gomannakami]

❛   how   many   more   people   need   to   die   before   you’re   satisfied ?  ❜ | @gravesung (non-defected chiaki to cult leader suguru)

he couldn't fight the look of amusement that played on his features, purple eyes crinkling a bit, smile slight but not lacking in any playfulness.

"do you want the honest answer to that question, chiaki~?" the answer was all of them- well, all the monkeys, anyway. he figured she knew that much, though. what was the point of restating it?

"when it comes down to it, someone has to die, right? monkeys and sorcerers can't coexist in peace, not when curses are born from those miserable non-sorcerers."

his eyes swept over her briefly, taking in the woman chiaki had become. they'd both changed so much since school, it was somewhat surreal. it did bring him some hope, though. a reminder that people don't stay the same forever.

"i can only hope you understand my point of view one day, my old friend. what will it take to get you to see the truth? do more sorcerers have to die? do you have to lose any more loved ones?"

"perhaps if i convince satoru to join me, you'll come along with him? wouldn't it be nice to have the old gang back together again?"

[gomannakami-arch]

@huntershowl ❝ shut up— ❞ and he won't. she knows he won't. sure enough, suguru's opening his mouth again. as soon as he does, something takes over her that she does not quite understand — their mind goes completely blank, heart a quick-tempo drum, and before they can even manage a logical thought, they're surging forward and kissing him.

what was he talking about again? suguru can't quite recall. he thinks it was something about managing to pin satoru while sparring earlier- maybe he wasn't so much talking as he was gloating, but then again, how often did he get the upper hand on satoru? rarely, that was for sure.

he's stopped thinking about that now, though. in fact, he's stopped thinking at all. the words in his throat die, replaced with a startled noise. was seph...kissing him?

any thoughts he tried to form as the seconds pass all fizzle out, turning to nothing in the mush pile that was formerly his brain. this wasn't good, he has to react somehow-

hands reach up to grab their face, fast but nonetheless gentle as he cradles it. the warmth beneath his fingers is grounding, and gives suguru enough of a push to actually move now, and in his still somewhat empty headed state, he does the only thing he can think of-

he kisses her back.

[gomannakami-arch]

@huntershowl | "i think he's filthy, rude, a complete scoundrel. i don't like him one bit." (for suguru)

ah, there it was. that familiar satoru rage that so many people would experience at some point in their life- well, if they were ever unfortunate enough to meet satoru at some point. and the way suguru felt like his handler at this point, suguru wondered if he was cursed to have to be the one to explain him away, to be a buffer between satoru and getting punched over and over again (thank god that idiot had infinity-).

"seph, c'mon. you don't mean that." he was fighting a smile, leaning chin on his fist as he watched his her go on, eyes following them back and forth. his voice was steady, but truthfully, he was clearly amused despite her frustration.

"what did he do this time, anyway?" he knew what satoru had done. it was a childish prank, putting a bucket of water on the door and letting seph walk through it. she was soaked.

satoru had made sure to brag to suguru about it before hand, something he wasn't about to share witih seph. after all, he didn't want to implicate himself, lest he incur their (admittedly scary) wrath.

"here, let's get you a towel. i can track down satoru if you want, as well, and make him apologize?"

[gomannakami-arch]

suguru was, to put it plainly, distracted. it was making doing his latest mission report hell, leaving him wondering if he should just ask satoru to come up with some sort of excuse for him to give yaga-sensei. then again, every time satoru gave some lame excuse, he ended up with a fist to the head, so maybe he should do the report for his own safety.

but how could he focus when memories of the night before were still gripping his every thought, keeping him from thinking of anything else.

their lips had been rough but still so soft, their jaw scratchy in his palms as he'd held their face-

heavy footsteps approaching the common area brought suguru's attention back to the present, pulling the pen he was chewing on from his mouth. he didn't have to look back as the door opened, well aware of who those footsteps belonged to by now.

his heart fluttered a bit.

"morning, senpai. get up to anything fun last night?" he teased, finally glancing over to the hulking form of @kusattainu standing in the doorway. it made suguru's heart flip, his thoughts that were stuck in the past now painfully present. maybe they could make some new memories right now?

"by the way... why did you kiss me?"

getting up from the desk, suguru laughed softly at the question. a very suiren question, one that made them all the more endearing. everything about them was irresistible, really.

"why?" his brow arched, giving them a coy smile, one that would probably be lost on them, but he didn't mind. "isn't it obvious, fudo? i kissed you because i wanted to. i kissed you because i like you." he stopped in front of them, head tilting up to look into their face, avoiding looking directly into their eyes. unable to help it, he reached up, cupping their jaw in his hands once more, just like the night before.

"as more than a friend." he added, figuring the clarification would be welcome.