satoru pauses mid-sentence, raising his eyebrows. “uh–, hm?”
you can feel the irritation building in your body. “you haven’t slept in four days?”
suguru continues washing dishes as he silently observes the interaction. he knows better than to get involved when he hears that tone.
your other boyfriend clears his throat, shuffling back and forth on his feet. whatever story he was telling has been completely forgotten about.
“satoru, you’re about to piss me off.“
“baby!”, he whines, drawing closer to put his hands on your waist. you don’t return his touch, opting to keep your arms crossed over your chest. “baby, the higher ups needed me for these missions.”
“i don’t give a d–,” you pause, narrow your eyes at him, and sigh. “i don’t care.”
satoru gives you a puppy-eyed pout, glancing at suguru for help. help he unfortunately won’t be receiving.
“it’s fine.” satoru tries to calm your anger. he gently squeezes your hips, resting his forehead against yours. he can tell it isn’t doing a thing.
“i only have a few more days of missions.” your face twists into something wicked. satoru would’ve kept this from you, but he knows if you found out afterwards, his life would probably be on the line.
“you’re not going.”, you snap. “tell them you’re using time off. matter of fact, go upstairs and get ready for bed. i’ll tell them myself.”
“babyyyy.”, satoru whines again at you. “you know I don’t like you talking to the higher ups–“
“you know i don’t like you abusing yourself for their sake. now you’re on a sex ban. get upstairs, now.”
he sputters. “wha–?! a sex ban?”
“that’s what i said.”
the glare you give him lets satoru know you’re not joking in the slightest. he shares another glance with suguru, but your tone seeps of finality. he’s fucked up, royally. no pouts, pleads, or puppy-dog eyes will get him out of this one.
he utters a final, dejected ‘yes ma’am’ and carries himself off to bed.
with satoru taken care of, you raise a brow at your other partner who has remained silent throughout this entire ordeal.
“when’s the last time you slept?”
suguru has nothing to worry about. even with his sporadic insomnia, he was able to get at least 6 hours of sleep a night in between his own missions. so, he doesn’t know why he’s sweating so hard.
“yesterday.”, he answers with a timid, placating smile. “i slept almost all night.”
you study him for a couple seconds. it feels like hours to suguru. he withers under your contemplative stare, wondering if he sounded convincing enough for your liking.
“mhm.”, you hum at him, and suguru stops holding his breath. “done with the dishes?”
“i have a few more.”
“i’ll do those. you go upstairs, too.”
suguru can’t tell whether or not you believe him, but he also doesn’t want to argue with you. he slinks off feeling like he’s also been scolded, murmuring his own ‘yes, ma’am’ as he passes by.
— angst no comfort sawry </3, poly! stsg breakup scene (mentioned briefly in this), geto x reader
cutting through the bustling crowd, satoru’s fervent cries reach your ears—desperate words imbedding themselves in your skin.
“suguru! y/n! come on, what do you two think you’re even doing? this is so drastic, you know this is stupid!”
you fathom how suguru makes it look so easy, ignoring gojo so effortlessly and not even breaking his stride. how does geto just not acknowledge him? he has to also be hurting on the inside?
“guys, don’t do this.” the hurt in satoru’s voice is like knives in your chest. “just—just come here, we can talk about this. there has to be another way!”
there isn’t any other solution in you and suguru’s minds. killing off all non-sorcerers was the only way to make the world a better place for people like you. people like satoru and shoko and nanami. as long as you let these lower classes—monkeys, as suguru spits out—continue to live on in their ugly and useless little lives, then earth was a doomed planet. this needed to be done, you knew it needed to be done, and yet…
“y/n! y/n, sweetheart, baby, please, please, please, come back. i can’t lose both of you, please!”
it was hard enough already, but satoru targeting you specifically just makes this all the more difficult.
“suguru…” your fist tightens in geto’s black shirt, directing wide and teary eyes to his indifferent features, about to turn and meet satoru’s eye when a hand gently holds the back of your head.
“i know it’s hard.” suguru finally speaks, still moving forward. “but gojo doesn’t understand this, my love. just keep going. you have to be strong. he’ll be grateful when we finally change the world for the better.”
and his words make sense, they always make sense. so, through nails in your palms, clenched eyelids, and tears, you continue ahead with suguru. and eventually you can no longer hear satoru’s cries at all.
