Supine | Satoru Gojo

chapter 6

Singeing Flesh

~呪術廻戦~

"I feel like you are doing this as a means of payback for all the times I shoved you into the lake or burned you with my cursed energy when we were younger."

The exhausted yet annoyed rasp left Sayuri's lips as she lay in the grass of the forest. Her chest fell and rose rapidly as she worked hard to recover from exertion. When it burned to breathe less, she raised her torso while leaning on her elbows to turn her lavender gaze to the sitting sorcerer before her.

Sitting cross-legged, Satoru grinned widely. His crystal gaze was exposed with his blindfold shoved into the pockets of his dark uniform. He bled but not nearly as much as Sayuri did. The only other exposed signs that he got his ass kicked were his ruffled hair and small scrapes on his face. He did not lay collapsed like the heir nor did he bleed so heavily from his palms. However, some of the wounds that were inflicted on Sayuri's body were self-caused.

The spar was supposed to be simply hand-to-hand due to Sayuri's average grasp of the fighting style. But the heir never liked losing and sacrificed scalding her palms to inflict intense damage rather than play fair.

Knowing the heir like the back of his hand he expected such a thing to occur. When he felt her already large presence flare mid-punch, he was not surprised to see the inky flames imbue her hands. It amused him even.

Unfortunately, she did it at the very last second so he did not have any time to dodge. His only option was to deflect the damage back at her, he inevitably accepted the brunt of her cursed energy. The sting somewhere near his ribs was very much apparent but amusing nonetheless. He could only laugh at the measures Sayuri would go through to win.

"You are such a sore fucking loser!"

With a loud laugh and an L finger on his sweating forehead, he teased the younger heir. When a childish middle finger made an appearance from Sayuri, he only laughed harder.

Her little pink tongue stuck out when she flipped him off and the image was endearing. Even with messy dark hair and her scraped-up flushed cheeks, Sayuri Koki was ethereal to Satoru Gojo.

His grin was warm when his large hand pulled the heir into a sitting position before he watched her lean against the tree behind her. It made the sorcerer sentimental to see the threat and anger finally cease in the violent lilac gaze. When she did not have the energy to be frigid and mean, it was even more easy to see the little girl that could not skip rocks for shit.

Even though she cheated and still looked worn down after the fact, he still found her warming.

"You know being a sore loser and scalding not only me but yourself isn't an attractive trait, right?"

The teasing continued but in Sayuri Koki's mind, she was already over it all. In her books, she won the fight at the very last second. Even though she was specifically told no cursed energy during the spar, she was not going to simply let the lamppost beat her. She couldn't be a sore loser if she won, Satoru's just dramatic.

Blah blah blah.

With an eye roll and a huff of breath, Sayuri sat a knee up and straightened her posture against the large tree. Her elbow rested on her knee as she looked up at the man who lifted himself into a squatting position. He stared brightly at the tired Koki before him.

Sayuri replayed the sparring match in her head with a frown and a loud scoff. She tried to make the fight only physical and it was the idea of losing that caused her to draw from her energy. She remembered the panic of remembering that she was not faster than Gojo by much. Physically, she was strong but he could put a hole in her chest with a little exertion.