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satoru could decide to ignore the sarcasm in her voice, but something about ending the exchange that way felt more pleasing — to his ego anyways.

‘ these don’t come for free, you know? ’ to emphasize his words, a finger flies up to his forehead, tapping the surface twice.

what curse had befallen them, satoru wasn’t sure of. but it’s unequivocal that something in the air shifted since that time, when twos changed into ones and the empty space by his side bared its fangs right at him like a cheshire smile. the memory of it haunted him, the lashing out, the refusal to admit that there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent it, that even if she’d spoken the words before everything came crumbling down his hands alone wouldn’t be enough to sustain the damage: suguru’s back, swallowed by the crowd, lost among the dark shapes and beyond where satoru could reach.

since that time…

and maybe before that, too, because he’s never known how to handle her. 

he could hear the engines working inside the vending machine. through the blindfold, there’s hardly anything that he can see but he imagines what it’d be like: fluorescent lights snaking around their shapes, eyes that gaze straight at him as they’d always done, unafraid, unyielding. that is strength, too. his thumb presses lightly at the rim of his soda can, traces along the rim,  ‘ sorry, sorry. i didn’t mean anything bad by it. just a thought. we haven’t always met eye to eye — no pun intended, so it’s hard to tell what’s exactly going through that mind of yours.’

he follows up with a lighter tone, hoping to divert the attention from the pulsing tension building up his spine since the question left his mouth. ‘ don’t think too hard about it, unmei-chan, ’ a smile, wide and amused. returning the favor is polite, even more so when he was so kindly addressed by her.

@einshi's   gojo   satoru   &   the   fate   /   prompted

❝ are you afraid of me? or of yourself? ❞

                    𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳,   𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳,   𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.   and   this   is   exactrly   why   it's   all   so   scary   —   or   rather,   should   be,   if   something   wasn't   wrong   with   and   within   her   —   the   lack   of   response   for   things   considered   fear   inducing,   whether   unnerving   by   nature   or   happening   at   random.   startled?   of   course   unmei   will   be   if   something   jumps   in   front   of   her   face,   but   that's   the   best   there   is   and   ever   will   be,   or   so   she   thinks.

                    should   she   share   that   with   satoru,   though?   besides,   how   can   she   be   scared   of   anything,   ever,   with   the   strongest   sorcerer   as   her   ally?   if   their   allyship   ever   comes   to   an   end,   too,   she's   oh   so   safe   —   geto   on   the   loose,   his   activity   well   -   known   within   religious   communities,   untouched   by   gojo's   hand.

                    ❝   you   speak   as   if   i   already   am   afraid   of   something   ;   as   if   there   were   only   two   choices,   too,   ❞   the   younger   muses,   tilting   her   head,   more   than   likely   reading   between   the   lines.   no   sarcastic   remarks   follow,   &   she   scoots   closer,   teetering   on   the   edge   of   infinity.

                    ❝   something   on   your   mind,   satoru   -   senpai?   ❞

                    the   honorific   is   spoken   so   innocently,   hopefully   feeding   the   other's   ego   enough   to   hear   the   reason   behind   his   inquiry.