#ic:suguru

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“What if I used idle transfiguration and got rid of all those neck cricks and stiff backs? Might be onto some sort of a business venture here...”

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@regensia said:

7) for sender to bite receiver’s earlobe.

The way his knuckles almost instantaneously made contact with the noxious stimulus preceded awareness, a dynamic reflex arc elicited by his unfortunate molester. 

There was no cry nor complaint (yet.), Suguru whipped around, his posture stiff with indignation as he immediately set himself to identifying the source of his grievance, one hand already flying to rub at the offended ear.

“What the hell?”

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@zangyo said:

"why are you being so stubborn?"

"It's called conviction, though I don't suppose you'd know anything about that."

Shortly after Suguru had made his own decision to leave conventional Jujutsu society behind, there had been word of one Nanami Kento's resignation (an escape). Lingering sentiments attached to the diseased Yu Haibara had almost certainly played a part in that development, or so Suguru thought.

He hadn't seen Nanami since the last time they'd met on campus, and this was a perfect opportunity to do some investigation of his own. If only to satisfy his own selfish curiosities. Nanami was no considerable threat, especially now that he had so conveniently estranged himself.

Suguru smiled, an expression that came off deceptively gentle.

"I heard you'd left."

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For @regensia​

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“So you’re the infamous Sukuna. Satoru mentioned a student with a penchant for eating cursed objects.”

It wasn’t every day that Suguru had the privilege of meeting someone who could share in his quotidien torment. His habitual calm- though still somewhat perfunctory- belied the excitement simmering underneath. Visually, Yuuji Itadori seemed entirely nonthreatening- no different from, and basically indistinguishable from any of his peers. 

“So!” Suguru crossed his arms, trying to decipher the fluctuating blend of cursed energy within the body before him. He’d always been told that the aura of his own cursed energy was less than typical- perhaps what he was seeing now made for a comparable mien. 

“While you’re here, you in the mood to divulge any of your nefarious plans?”

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@theladymuses​ said:

“ you shouldn't be here. “ “ where else would i be?” —take your pick from my roster, really, because I woke up craving all tropes romantic

You shouldn’t be here, Suguru had said. He’d spoken in clear warning, if the look in his eyes and the low growl lacing his tone like poison was anything to go by. 

Despite all this, Satoru had- in typical Gojo-esque fashion, still countered with a plaintive- Where else would I be? Even now he watched him, his eyes clear and wide, lips soft and expression permissive in a way that simply was’t fair- and how could Suguru even possibly respond to that? Rather than dignify him with an immediate response, he bristled, lips twitching into a sneer.

He took a step back, making to turn away and glaring at him over the angle of his shoulder. Such an exchange might have gone differently, had it come about all those years ago.

“Go home, Satoru. Or arrest me.” He bit out. “Whatever. But don’t stand around pretending like we’re still sixteen.”

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“You know, I’m really not the best one to be asking about relationship advice.”

 His recent training session had been nothing less than brutal, and Suguru wanted nothing more than to immerse himself in the digital void and allow the couch to swallow him whole. His finger paused momentarily, hovering a hairs-breadth above his screen. Finally, dark eyes flicked up from mindless scrolling to regard Nanami, just a touch dubious. 

“That is what you’re asking... right?”

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“Morning! Isn’t it a little early for a soda?”

Even in the early morning hours, finding company within the vending machine alcove was a near certainty. With the Kyoto students and faculty having arrived the day before, the exchange event was in full swing. 

But the exchange was good for more than honing one’s skills. Unlike Satoru, Suguru regarded their intended opposition more affably. He would never understand why Satoru chose to devote his time to challenging to-be enemies and showing off. This was the prime time to make allies and forge invaluable connections that would last a lifetime. 

“I’m heading over to the cafeteria if you’d like some proper breakfast.”

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re: influences on one another

There are two consistent lines of thought I see with Satoru. 

1. Youth should be cherished, 2. Nurturing the strength of the next generation is the way forwards. 

Personally, I think the first of the two became much more poignant to him following the events of the Star Plasma Vessel arc, prior to which he retained a very juvenile mindset. The second one is one that I feel links a lot more intimately with his relationship with Suguru.

The ideology of becoming a protector is one that Suguru introduces to him, and one that he only eventually picks up for himself as he grows older (particularly after the events of JJK0).  Satoru is far from stupid and isn’t your typical white-knight, and I actually see the two of them being very much in line with one another's struggles and opinions up to a certain point.

In my head, it goes something like this-

Following the Shinjuku encounter, Satoru has a long sit down and finds himself agreeing with a good portion of what Suguru says. This forced moment of understanding is due largely to the fact that having been so close to one another means that he’s likely the only one in any position to empathise with him. Because yes, mortality and injustice are both very real and are both exceedingly hard to discredit with Haibara’s corpse staring him in the face. 

This is a point of selfish reckoning as well, and he really begins to evaluate his own outlook on the world and what the privilege of being the strongest really means. He recognises that he has been very much self-centred in the past (whether intentionally or not) and has fallen out of touch with Suguru’s changing viewpoints and attitudes. This is a realisation which Suguru makes doubly sure to emphasise on their parting (‘if I could become you...’). It’s a cruel but necessary slap in the face, and one that could only have been delivered to such effect by Suguru. All along Satoru hasn’t ever doubted that they’ve stood on equal planes, yet he’s suddenly forced to face the fact that Suguru evidently felt some great measure of disparity between them.

That amount of shared history of course, means that there’s also a good measure of self-guilt thrown into the mix which drives him towards the goal of ‘making things right’. I think a part of him devotes itself to trying to devise a way to essentially save Suguru. Even as things only become progressively bleaker going forwards, he continues to entertain the feeble thought that there might still be a way to reset things by showing Suguru that there is an alternative.

Evidently, genocide isn’t the way to go, hence he begins to think of alternatives- thereafter comes his decision to become a teacher.