[satosugu] Carry Me Home - by valleykey

Chapter 1: you take me through the looking glass

"When did it end?

All the enjoyment

I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend

It's not what he's made for"

What was I made for?_Billie Eilish

artist: @nnaramonn (Twitter)

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➤Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36776911/chapters/91746943

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Suguru is already regretting this.

"Hey, hey, are you even listening?"

"Yes," he answers, voice scratchy, words dripping heavy with exhaustion. Every bit of him is leaden and aching. Afternoon sunlight beats down too-warm on his black uniform, and the messy mane of his loose hair traps heat around his neck. "The stairs, right?"

Satoru pouts. "That is not all I said!"

There's a headache pulsing behind Suguru's eyes and through his temple. He shouldn't be here, really, at the bottom of Jujutsu Tech's ridiculously long staircase up the mountainside. He should be in his room, sleeping off his fatigue, but Satoru...

"Let's just get it over with," Suguru sighs.

Satoru draws up and straightens, offended. "Be more enthusiastic! Teleportation is super cool! And this is gonna be the first time I ever do it with another person! You're gonna be the first person!"

Satoru has repeated this several times already. Along with a bunch of jargon that Suguru hasn't understood at all, because Satoru is a genius in this, so scarily intelligent that he could beat every leading professional in math and physics, for all that it's often overshadowed by his atrocious manners and stupidity with people.

"Enthusiastic noises," Suguru deadpans.

"You suck."

"Just do it, dumbass."

"You're so mean to me," Satoru whines, "I'm going on another mission tomorrow, y'know! And I haven't seen you in like, a week."

Yeah, that's the only reason Suguru allowed himself to be dragged here in the first place. He crashed on his bed at nine in the morning, freshly back from a mission, and Satoru barged in at noon with a loud Suguruuu! In the past—(before the Star Plasma Vessel mission, when Suguru still knew himself)—Suguru would have groaned at Satoru to shut up and pulled him down onto the mattress. He would have wrapped his arms around him, and nestled his sleep fogged head into Satoru's hair, and they would have stayed there for an hour, maybe two.