[ He doesn't believe in them. Why should he? They couldn't even protect one teenage girl while their opponent didn't even have any cursed energy.
Except that was then, and Satoru is stronger now. Satoru is only going to get stronger, and if he wanted to change things, then Suguru is sure that he could. He could do whatever he wanted, really, cradling jujutsu society in the palm of his hand, and shaping it however he pleases.
But... this isn't Satoru's problem. They're supposed to be equals, but he's just going to become another weight for Satoru to carry. ]
I... [ The white of the ink over Satoru's uniform catches his eye, stopping his words and thoughts short, a sudden twinge in his chest.
Satoru's hands aren't on the table anymore, so he tries to get his gaze instead. ]
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Except that was then, and Satoru is stronger now. Satoru is only going to get stronger, and if he wanted to change things, then Suguru is sure that he could. He could do whatever he wanted, really, cradling jujutsu society in the palm of his hand, and shaping it however he pleases.
But... this isn't Satoru's problem. They're supposed to be equals, but he's just going to become another weight for Satoru to carry. ]
I... [ The white of the ink over Satoru's uniform catches his eye, stopping his words and thoughts short, a sudden twinge in his chest.
Satoru's hands aren't on the table anymore, so he tries to get his gaze instead. ]
Satoru, no matter what, you'll be my best friend.