[ He asks that before reciprocating and mustering the restraint to not hold him tightly and too closely. How cold is this body to earlier this week? While it doesn't terrify him—death haunts their every step—it... Makes me think of a different reality. Maybe he would need to hold this body again in his arms, cold without a heartbeat.
His chest swells with complicated and conflicted emotions, but one that runs untainted is how glad is he that Suguru is back, even if. Weird. ]
[ While the two of them crowd into each other's space without much care most of the time, he isn't particularly affectionate. It's been easier this week, guided by the hand of the weekly effect, and right now he just wants to be close to Satoru.
Because he feels like... it will only last a short time.
At the very least, he starts to warm up again. Skin no longer deathly cold, and heartbeat slowly coming back. ]
[ In the tone "of course it is." It's way too obvious how his mood lifts when he can feel Suguru's warmth return and the beat of his heart against his chest. Other people might be embarrassed by that, but he isn't. ]
[ It's clearly very nice, and he's got his face buried against Satoru's shoulder. But it's not like he needs his ego inflated, so he doesn't say anything else.
Next week, if they're both alive, they won't do this again, so he's just going to take advantage while he can. ]
[ That coaxes a laugh at him, one not manic or annoying. He also isn't one who's genuinely affectionate. Small touches come to him without a thought and it leaves him as it comes, so he doesn't think about how in the next week they won't be this close if they both make it. As long as how they feel doesn't change, he is content.
Without a retort, he nuzzles the side of his head since it's there, glad that they are both not stinky today. ]
Well, you can hug me as much as you want today. [ As if Suguru ever needed permission and there's some kind of time limit. ] Did the same thing that happened to you happen to the other three?
[ He will then, not even bothering to be self-conscious as all the strength and tension melts out of him. He's pretty heavy, and leaning all his weight on Satoru now... ]
I think so. We were separated for a while before we came back together for the final showdown.
[ He opens his eyes, thinking. ]
I don't get where we ended up. It didn't have anything to do with the cult that I could see.
[ Satoru is going to guide him onto his lap for easy cradling, letting Suguru bury into him however he likes. In smoothing circles, he rubs his back. ]
That's... Weird. At least I think this island is cult-influenced.
[ What is the PURPOSE of these. Satoru doesn't understand the fun of hurt and comfort. ]
[ Obviously Satoru wouldn't need anyone's help coming back to life...
He shrugs one shoulder. ]
I don't know what the others did. We got separated after I died, and I didn't see them again until she teleported us all to some weird pocket dimension to fight her.
We went past the woods in the village, and found a city. That's where we saw your corpse hanging on a tree. [ and other corpses but who cares ] That's where I died.
But I was revived by the necromancer —Delilah—as an undead, and she was in my head. Trying to get me to kill the people of the city for her.
[ He pauses. ]
I did. I don't know how many or for how long, but eventually I stopped, and that's when she took all of us somewhere else. It kind of looked like a domain expansion. That's where we fought her.
[ WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE SWEET THINGS YOU WERE THINKING? Satoru opens his mouth, eyebrows knitting as he squints, just... Trying to fathom being called out like this.
It's unexpected.
He lifts his head, straightening up, but still cradling him. ]
[ He can also be thinking not sweet things. Emotions are complex.
For example, sitting in Satoru's lap when he's being small and hiding from the world is okay, but now, with clarity and full height, it's weird so he grips the couch so that he can shuffle further away.
His emotions cool almost instantly, that initial irritation fading. ]
I know. I know that losing the Six Eyes and not having Infinity is a lot, and that it's... not about me.
But it's hard to be [ ugh, vulnerable is such a gross word ] open when it's like that.
[ I see... June is ending so homophobia is rising. What is he supposed to do about it? His lips press into a fine line as he lets Suguru go, leaving his arms empty.
There's the urge lean into violence like usual and beat him up because this seems stupid, but... Satoru can see it bothers him—he can parse that what Suguru says bothers him, too. He grabs a cushion to keep himself occupied, resting his head atop it as he closes his tired eyes.
Stupid, complicated emotions. ]
I don't want anything to happen to us. [ And this goes beyond just waking up to a cold corpse. He doesn't want to wake up to find Suguru is a changed person. This comes in a murmur, but audible enough. ] ... What should I do?
[ Lost. How can he fix this? Does Suguru have an answer? ]
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[ He asks that before reciprocating and mustering the restraint to not hold him tightly and too closely. How cold is this body to earlier this week? While it doesn't terrify him—death haunts their every step—it... Makes me think of a different reality. Maybe he would need to hold this body again in his arms, cold without a heartbeat.
His chest swells with complicated and conflicted emotions, but one that runs untainted is how glad is he that Suguru is back, even if. Weird. ]
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[ While the two of them crowd into each other's space without much care most of the time, he isn't particularly affectionate. It's been easier this week, guided by the hand of the weekly effect, and right now he just wants to be close to Satoru.
Because he feels like... it will only last a short time.
At the very least, he starts to warm up again. Skin no longer deathly cold, and heartbeat slowly coming back. ]
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It's nice hugging me, right?
[ In the tone "of course it is." It's way too obvious how his mood lifts when he can feel Suguru's warmth return and the beat of his heart against his chest. Other people might be embarrassed by that, but he isn't. ]
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[ It's clearly very nice, and he's got his face buried against Satoru's shoulder. But it's not like he needs his ego inflated, so he doesn't say anything else.
Next week, if they're both alive, they won't do this again, so he's just going to take advantage while he can. ]
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Without a retort, he nuzzles the side of his head since it's there, glad that they are both not stinky today. ]
Well, you can hug me as much as you want today. [ As if Suguru ever needed permission and there's some kind of time limit. ] Did the same thing that happened to you happen to the other three?
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I think so. We were separated for a while before we came back together for the final showdown.
[ He opens his eyes, thinking. ]
I don't get where we ended up. It didn't have anything to do with the cult that I could see.
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That's... Weird. At least I think this island is cult-influenced.
[ What is the PURPOSE of these. Satoru doesn't understand the fun of hurt and comfort. ]
What was the city like?
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Gets comfy. ]
It was some medieval city. There was this powerful necromancer, she was killed, and she brought us there to help bring her back to life.
[ ... ]
If we killed people, it gave her strength.
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That's very comforting... You guys didn't just go along with her at first, right?
[ It sounds stupid to him, obviously. ]
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He shrugs one shoulder. ]
I don't know what the others did. We got separated after I died, and I didn't see them again until she teleported us all to some weird pocket dimension to fight her.
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So there's a gap in between there... Got an afterlife wherever that medieval place is?
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[ Is he interested in religion now. ]
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[ He's trying to imagine this weird ass cyoa. ]
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Right. So.
We went past the woods in the village, and found a city. That's where we saw your corpse hanging on a tree. [ and other corpses but who cares ] That's where I died.
But I was revived by the necromancer —Delilah—as an undead, and she was in my head. Trying to get me to kill the people of the city for her.
[ He pauses. ]
I did. I don't know how many or for how long, but eventually I stopped, and that's when she took all of us somewhere else. It kind of looked like a domain expansion. That's where we fought her.
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Most importantly!! ]
Did you guys win?
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Yeah. We beat her, but I don't know if she's dead. I can still hear her heartbeat in my head sometimes.
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Sounds like you'll have to let me talk a whooooooole lot so we can drown her out!
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Hmm, okay. I'm counting on you.
[ Normally he would just get in a jab about how he'd prefer the heartbeat, but... not today. ]
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[ it isn't about you gojo
He gently bonks their heads when Suguru pulls away. Then after a pause, carefully... ]
... You're feeling all right?
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But at the question, he grows pensive. ]
I'll be okay.
[ It's hard enough for Satoru to see his weak sides. He doesn't want him to see the ugly sides. ]
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I told you to tell me if anything is bothering you.
[ Slowly learning needing support doesn't necessarily make people weak. ]
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You don't even trust me enough to sleep around me.
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It's unexpected.
He lifts his head, straightening up, but still cradling him. ]
It isn't like that.
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For example, sitting in Satoru's lap when he's being small and hiding from the world is okay, but now, with clarity and full height, it's weird so he grips the couch so that he can shuffle further away.
His emotions cool almost instantly, that initial irritation fading. ]
I know. I know that losing the Six Eyes and not having Infinity is a lot, and that it's... not about me.
But it's hard to be [ ugh, vulnerable is such a gross word ] open when it's like that.
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There's the urge lean into violence like usual and beat him up because this seems stupid, but... Satoru can see it bothers him—he can parse that what Suguru says bothers him, too. He grabs a cushion to keep himself occupied, resting his head atop it as he closes his tired eyes.
Stupid, complicated emotions. ]
I don't want anything to happen to us. [ And this goes beyond just waking up to a cold corpse. He doesn't want to wake up to find Suguru is a changed person. This comes in a murmur, but audible enough. ] ... What should I do?
[ Lost. How can he fix this? Does Suguru have an answer? ]
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