you see where you went wrong, don't you? satosugu :eyes:
he had spent years witnessing it without truly seeing; watching suguru drift further and further away from him, despite being in arms reach. the years that followed had him revisiting those moments, toiling silently in his grief and regret, and wondering why, for all his gifts, he could not rewind the clock and do things differently. now, in hindsight, he could see it so clearly: where he went wrong.
it's the first thing he thinks of when he's greeted at his door upon each visit; within these small, secret moments they steal for themselves, unbeknownst to anyone but them. when suguru speaks, he mutely jerks back into the present. satoru looks down at his card-riddled hand versus suguru's empty one.
“ eh? i wasn't cheating, if that's what you're implying, ” he concedes, laying them down on the table and leaning back against his chair with his limbs outstretched. two or three uno cards he might have stowed under his ass, but it didn't matter. he lost anyway - on purpose, but suguru likely knew that already. “ suguruuu, enough games. it's no fun when i have to pretend like i can't win. ” @thereflections.
𓉘 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙳 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚈, answered as gojō satoru. accepting. 𓉝
