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2006,

the intense summer heat followed by the buzzing cadence of cicadas, chirping crickets and the rustling of dry leaves from a warm breeze.

everyone in the classroom is splayed out in their chairs like dried out twigs, sighing and heaving because of the heat.

you move your lying head on the desk, to the side. you speak in a exhausted tone, half-lidded eyes. “how much longer, shoko?”

“yeahh, how longgg?” satoru adds, glasses lying on the tip of his nose, legs fully spread out with his hands in his pockets.

shoko moves one hand from the top of the backrest which she was using to lay her chin on, to pull out her phone from her pocket, flipping it open and checking it. “he should be here soon, hopefully..”

and just then, the classroom door slides open, the rustling noise of plastic fills everyone’s ears. all of you perk up like blossomed flowers.

you get up from your desk, eyes set on what’s inside the bag. “did you get my flavour?”

suguru smiles, grabing one of the packets inside and handing it out to you. your packet of your favourite ice cream. “they fortunately had only one pack left and i bought it.”

you swear you can hear the angel’s choir as you spread both your hands out as if you’re receiving blessed food. you brush the packet against your cheek, feeling a little shiver at the cold sensation.

satoru’s behind you, with the same eyes. “took you long enough, suguru!” he grabs the bag, eagerly pulling out his own pack.

suguru throws one pack of ice cream at shoko which she effortlessly catches. “well, it’s because you asked for complicated flavours.” he opens his own pack, sitting beside shoko and letting the cool breeze from the ice cream fill his mouth. “i had to search real hard for the kikufuku flavour, you know.”

“oah ’eah? ’sanks.” satoru replies, with his mouth stuffed with ice cream.

you open your pack too, gently. pulling out the ice cream stick ever so carefully from the packet and humming in satisfaction the moment the coolness touches your tongue, tingling every nerve. your favourite flavour had the perfect amount of sweetness—just to your liking.

satoru notices your reaction and he's already walking towards you, looking at you with puppy eyes and a half-finished ice cream in his hand. and you know exactly what he’s about to say.

“can i get a tas—”

“no.”

you’re quick to reply, turning to protect your ice cream from him. but the endless pleading from him starts to annoy you along with the heat so you finally give in.

“fine. but if you finish it, i’ll kill you!” you squint your eyes at him as you give him your ice cream stick.

satoru jolts like a kid, a cute ‘yay!’ leaving his mouth as he brings your ice cream close to his mouth and tasting it.

“wow, this flavour is really good!” lick.

you cross your arms, head up proudly. “i have great taste, see?”

“yeah, you’re so right.” lick–lick–lick.

“and i guess it’s popular flavour too since suguru said only one was left.” you place your index finger and thumb on your chin, thinking.

“ohh, ‘dat so?” lick–lick–lick–lick–lick–bite.

you immediately get back to your senses and remember about your ice cream and turn to satoru, who already finished half of it. you look at him with eyes wide open and face twitching.

“you—! SATORU!—” you move hurriedly to grab your ice cream.

“hey—wait—” satoru holds it up, way beyond your reach but you still try to get it, grabbing his shirt and trying to get his arm down and then—the constant motion makes satoru drop the ice cream.

everything feels like a slow-mo as the ice cream slowly drops to the wooden floor. your and satoru’s face contorting in absolute shock, jaw dropping to a painful ‘no’.

after the ice cream makes contact with the floor, you both pause like a statue for a few seconds, unmoving. satoru doesn’t dare to move a muscle.

shoko and suguru stare blankly at each other before looking at both of you again. they agree that satoru is definitely gonna get killed by you now.

you unclench your hand from satoru’s shirt, staring blankly at the ice cream melting into the floor.

satoru takes the opportunity to move around the ice cream, crouching and observing it on how it’s completely liquid now. he looks up at you, just about to apologise but pauses. oh, he knows he’s dead. he swears he can see actual fire burning around you and gulps. “i’m really really sorry—”

you’re clenching your fists, face twitching as you look down at him.

“SATORU—!”

2018,

“..s-satoru—?”

you voices comes out barely as a whisper as you stare down at the unmoving body lying on the concrete.

those very ocean blue orbs which you admired and loved now gray and lifeless. the twinkle in his eyes, long gone as it blankly stares up at the open void above.

your knees buck, dropping to the ground and scraping them from the impact. you couldn’t believe it. you didn’t want to believe it.

the atmosphere is filled with smoke and ash, broken debris all over the place and you can still feel sukuna’s presence but you couldn’t care about that.

your vision blurs immediately and your body is shaking with ragged breathing leaving your mouth. you slowly move your shaky hand to his gently caress his face. cold.

you’re biting your lip hard enough to taste iron to contain your cries.

you were heavily injured from your previous battle and the only reason you’re still breathing was because you knew how to use rct but what‘s the point of it now?

the sole reason you stayed at jujutsu high, the sole purpose of you still fighting, the only person you kept living for was now—

you stop your rct. the deep wound at the side of your abdomen doesn’t even faze you anymore because there’s a deeper wound which isn’t even physical, hurting you the most right now.

you move your hand to close satoru’s eyes as you slowly place your forehead on top of his, sobbing.

“i.. i— couldn’t p-protect y-you…—” your voice breaks, tears pooling down his white locks.

you seriously don’t know what to do anymore. you don’t even have a reason to keep living anymore.

“i-..i—wish i was s-strong e–enough.. to p-protect… y-you….” you choke, head reeling, eyes closed shut.

“i-i’m s-sorry..—” you raise head up to look at satoru’s face, blurry eyes softening and eyebrows furrowing deep into your forehead.

satoru was everything to you. you could never love someone more than him. and to think to live a life without him? you cannot. you could not. this was so unexpected, you just couldn’t swallow the reality.

the more you sobbed, the more you bled. you press one hand down at the side your abdomen, face contorting in pain as you hiss at the sharp sting.

the future no longer mattered to you, in fact you couldn’t even see a future without satoru.

you slowly bring your face close to his, pressing your lips against his one last time, tears dripping down your cheeks and falling on his face.

you move his head gently to your lap, holding your dead lover’s upper half. blood covered fingers run through his hair, softly.

you cough up blood as you begin to feel your consciousness slowly fading, ears ringing.

“i’m never leaving you alone.. ‘toru.” you mouth, smiling, eyes failing to stay open.

and then everything fades to black.

a/n . thanks for reading

a nameless fish stripped of its scales

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