Supine | Satoru Gojo

chapter 3

chapter 3: acquiring footing

~呪術廻戦~

"How do you look so constantly unhappy and irritable when you are one of the most powerful beings that walk this earth, Sayuri?"

Gojo tossed a bite-sized sweet into his mouth with his long fingers and a careless grin.

Sitting in a cafe in the city, Koki Sayuri sat across from Gojo Satoru at a small wooden table. The two had coffee and pastries spread across the surface but one visibly enjoyed the meal selection more than the other. Gojo sat with legs crossed and a bright smile on his lips. He seemed to physically not have a care in the world. With his dark suit and blindfold on, Sayuri knew that today would be a lot more involved than the day she moved in.

"Are you saying being unhappy the same week as my mother's passing should be outweighed because of power?" A dark eyebrow raised at Satoru who leaned back in his chair. His grin dropped as an annoyed scowl laced his lips at Sayuri's words.

"You don't have to pretend to be the devastated grieving daughter of the Koki clan with me. You were born with that hateful scowl and I'm convinced it just got stuck. I of all people would know. I've been beside you since you were in diapers."

Sayuri wore a low smirk as she watched Gojo leave his character.

It interested her how many faces he had shown since he suddenly took her on. He shifted between being childish and bouncing around like a five-year-old. In those times he would tease her for being mean and pout. She defined this face in her book to be the new character Gojo.

The face she missed was Satoru. Though arrogant, he was brutally honest and a little sadistic. But it was what she had known for her entire life and it was the type of friendship she was comfortable holding.

At least when they were friends...

"Friends huh? Thought normal friends showed up when there's a funeral and don't abandon the other for years at a time with not even a word." Sayuri spat mockingly before sipping from the mug of warm coffee. Her frown was hidden behind the cup and carved its way to a spiteful smirking expression. Unsure if she genuinely cared enough about Satoru's absence to have a tantrum about it but it annoyed her that he continued their relationship like nothing happened.

But being emotionally healthy was never something she was good at, so instead she skimmed around with stabbing words.

If there was any hint of a smile left on his tan face, it had left at her words. Satoru Gojo wore a blank expression that hid the tinge of guilt simmering in his gut.

He knew he left her many times without warning. Chalking it to growing different but whether he truly believed that was the reason they were apart was highly debatable.

"If you missed me, you could have just said so. I would have made time for Princess Sayuri of the Koki Clan. I just thought you had better things to become and people to be with."

The words seemed light-hearted at face value. Heir to the Koki clan throne, she would be busy and forced to take part in the more taxing portion of her role as she got older. Those in her position are married off young to guarantee another generation to one day take her place. Especially as a female in that position.

But the words only struck nerves in the dark-haired woman.

Excuses. Excuses from him of all people. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.

A falsely pleasant closed-eyed smile graced Sayuri Koki's expression as she felt the fire in her lungs and the pounding of her heart through her whole body. She was furious that she held Satoru Gojo to a far higher light than the respect he gave her.