TITLE: Burning Pile AUTHOR: Saythatagain (SayThatAgain) on AO3
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Suguru took off his black jacket, with such brute force that one of the gold-black swirled button ripped off in the process. It felt like time was moving slowly as it dropped to the ground with an unsatisfying clink. He payed it no mind and removed the dark fabric from his arms and torso. It was over. The end of an era as one might think.
How dramatic. A snort escaped him as he heard the voice of his former friend in his head. Yes, that's probably what Satoru would have said were he here right now, which he wasn't. Too bad he didn't share his opinions and plans like they had used to. Too bad.
Suguru couldn't help but notice a sting in his heart, the unavoidable result of his own decisions. He stepped out of his wide pants next and instead put on a new pair, one that did not bear the memories and smell of his former home. He sighed and put on a hoodie before taking a glance at his old school uniform.
Without spearing a single thought he reached for it and held it to his face, allowing himself one last inhale of the familiar smell. The smell of the woods surrounding the school, the scent of his own body mixed with the deodorant he had always borrowed. The one that smelled like Satoru, the one that belonged to Satoru, the one he had used again one last time, knowing that he would leave him behind.
"Get up you lousy sorcerer!" Satoru's obnoxious voice is the first thing Suguru heard when he woke up. The curtains of his dorm room were closed and denied the sun from peeking through them. His alarm, which he hadn't set as it was a Sunday and reason enough for him to sleep as long as he wanted, showed him the time; seven in the morning. He would definitely kill Satoru one of these days. His door was being kicked against then by a seemingly annoyed white haired. "Why is this locked?!" He yelled and kicked it again.
"Go away you bastard!" Suguru growled back, turning around in bed one more time. There was no reason for Satoru to know why he had locked his door the previous night. Truth being told that he had masturbated himself to sleep to the thoughts of icy blue eyes surround by frosty lashes, long and slender legs... The walls were thin enough as it was, there was no need for Satoru or anyone else to walk in on him jerking off.
"I told you he's awake." He now heard Gojo talking to someone, presumably to Ieiri.
"Yeah and I told you that he probably wants to sleep in. So did I by the way." Okay, definitely Ieiri. Suguru heard her stifle a yawn before their voices were drowned by Satoru now hammering against the closed door. With a groan, Suguru got up, put on a pair of boxers and pants and went to the door, quickly turning the key and violently pushing it open, hitting Satoru square in the face with it. "Whoops." He commented dryly. "YOU- fuuuck." Gojo groaned, holding his nose. Ieiri, who was leaning against the wall next to the door glanced up at Suguru with tired eyes. "Morning." He nodded at her and she smiled back weakly.
