For You, My Life.

And Evermore

Two bodies drop from a tall distance above the earth. One toppled onto the other in a heap between grime and dust when they hit the lawn of Jujutsu High's track field. The grass below them is alight with flaming embers and the steaming of concrete rubble. The combination threatens to ignite their equally cursed bodies.

Suguru hears a whisper- no, a broken reverse incantation being spoken as the heavenly ropes around his ankles and wrists loosen, finally freeing his dexterity. Despite it, there's already a grip on his biceps, pulling him away from the hundred candle wicks of burning debris beneath him. Suguru is heaved into a firm chest that holds him, it tries to relieve his quaking frame. But Suguru feels too weird, too volatile.

His world spins off the axis. He salivates like a dog from his gums.

Suguru frees himself from the warm grasp by only a few inches to keel over and dry heave phlegm from the emptiness of his stomach onto the grass where his newly planted palms struggle to keep him stable. The gooeyness of the stringy mucus clings to the corners of his mouth as it drips to the ground.

He gasps and spits twice trying to rid the unwelcome taste in his mouth. Suguru begins to wipe away the drool with a robe sleeve when a pause takes over, gaining him an awareness of his surroundings. Namely, the person who's underneath him. The one who cradled him after the fall. The only person who attentively pulls his low ribbon-bound ponytail off his shoulder and away from his seasick face. A level of care not lost in the moment.

"Infinity makes you feel a little lightheaded the first time, doesn't it?"

Blown black pupils pin upward through thick midnight lashes to see a beautiful face covered in deep reddened burns and soot. Hair that was so pristinely white is ash-ridden, scorched really, and shortened on most layers. Stunning globes of warm crystalline blues look dull, drained of their heavenly powers. There are red streaks of veins sprawling in the whites of those kind eyes, too.

And if they aren't dead, Suguru figures he must be dreaming.

"I love you too, by the way," Satoru proclaims in a huff, head lulling to the side from loss of strength.

Satoru looks limp. Unwell, even. Like maybe he'd accidentally skipped out on the death part of this despite the blood covering his pale face and neck. Nevertheless defiant in how his body quaked with every short breath that left the shallow parting of his maroon-stained lips.

Suguru has to be dreaming.

"I'm... S-Satoru, you're..." Suguru stumbles through the sentence before pushing off the pads of his palms and snatching the slightly taller man into a deep hug. It brings Suguru closer to the ground where Satoru lies. The robes of white slowly soak up the puddling of blood from where the fabric lays across Satoru's beaten body. "You're alive?!" Suguru fears to ask, yet Satoru chuckles in response.

The Gojo clan sorcerer breathes heartily amid a short cough and struggles to connect the syllables of laughter like he's just finished a triathlon. "We're alive, but you have to go," The words come more airy and loose this time, deluded really. Like he's not even sure if he believes himself when he speaks. After all, somehow they ended up here. Outside the old auditorium hall and miles of earth's mantle above the others. "Where do you want to go? I'll send you," Satoru asks a little belatedly as his eyes come to a calm close as if he were flipping through a brochure with a myriad of vacation destinations behind his eyelids.

"Wha-? Satoru," Suguru props himself on his elbows above the other man, taking a good look at the damage his other half has sustained. The bleeding cuts on those nimble porcelain hands and scorch marks on his typically tidy clothes. There are rips and gashes and slices just about everywhere on Satoru's toned, lanky frame. The smear of still-wet blood on his lips from his nosebleed- his chin and neck decorated the same from the overflow of what's likely a burst internal organ. The horror leaves Suguru with more questions than answers. "What did you do...? How...?"