A blurb of a redeemed!Suguru fic that I'll probably never finish bc it's killing me slowly and surely-
You were drying off your hair when the door slammed open, causing you to jump and turn to see just who the intruder was.
You regretted looking as soon as you saw Suguru drinking you in with disbelief in his eyes.
The room was silent, save for his heavy breaths. It was as if no time had passed at all, the way he looked at you - so full of love and yearning so much so that he was asking you to leave jujutsu high, to build a life of bloodshed and genocide with him-
A flame danced in your hand, held out in warning when he was but a few steps away from you.
He stopped, looked down at the flame, and then looked at you.
“Please,” he whispered, a shimmer barely there in his eyes. Just like how he looked when you saw him last.
“Why should I?” You hissed.
“Because-” a gulp- “because I need you.”
Rage coursed throughout your body at the sheer audacity of his statement. He needed you? What about you? Where was he when your heart was shattered after his defection? Where was he when you fought day in and day out to stay alive, fighting curses that never stopped coming? Where was he when you needed him?
“How dare you,” you spat, letting your fire grow bigger. “I don’t owe you anything.”
“You don’t.” He spread his hands out to placate you. “You’re right, you don’t. I’m asking to be put in your debt, just this once. Please- give me this.”
You hated yourself for knowing that you’d give in. You hated the way he still knew all the right words to say to take down your defenses. You hated him.
You hated him so much.
His arms engulfed you as soon as the fire went out. You hated yourself for wrapping your arms around him, for inhaling deeply and feeling a calm that you hadn’t felt in the years since Suguru’s defection. His hand stroked through your hair, just like he did before he went out to the village. You begged him not to go, to give the mission to Gojo so he could rest, but he refused.
You often wondered when your Suguru died, replaced by a villain of the man you once loved.
“You’re alive,” he murmured into your hair, his hold on you tightening.
You hummed, eyes closed. Time crawled to a halt, letting you breathe him in.
“What a touching reunion,” Gojo laughed, clapping his hands in glee. “Might want to wrap it up though, Yaga’s coming.”
You drew back almost immediately. “What?”