Betrayed • Kenjaku/Getou Suguru X F! Reader

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Suguru stood outside of her apartment, holding tightly onto his arm with a faint smile on his face. His usual robes he wore looked almost brand new now, as if they hadn't been damaged in that fight, or as if they're actually the same robes but brand new.

He knocks on her door, waiting, hoping she won't be mad and attack him, or the worst he could muster up is if she tries to actually kill him.
He knows, though. She loves him too much to ever even harm him, at least not to the point where he's actually in pain.

"Suguru?" Her eyes widen as she stands there, holding onto the door frame, heart beating fast and her stomach dropping.

"Suguru - is that you?" She asks, reaching her hand out to him, cupping one of his cheeks in her soft, small hand. His face was still soft, and it was always soft. No matter what he did, he was soft, especially for her.

"It is," he says softly, a smile on his face as he grabs onto her wrist lightly. "I'm back." He states, looking into her eyes, the eyes he used to stare into for hours, getting lost inside of them, taking in every small detail, all the lines and dents, the differing colors.

A tear rolls from her eye as she quickly throws herself onto him, sobbing and gripping tightly onto the back of his clothes. "I thought you were dead," she cries into his chest, gripping so tight so he can't leave again.

"I'm not dead," Suguru chuckles, rubbing her back gently to comfort her. "I'm alive, I'm very much alive." He sighs softly, holding her, glad she isn't angry at him for being gone for so long.

"Come inside, please, come inside Suguru," she whispers, still inside of his arms snuggled against his broad, warm chest.

"Of course, my love," he smiles, letting go of her body, "I've missed you a lot."
He says before following her into the apartment.

Her apartment was exactly the way he remembered it. No, it was even prettier, even more perfect, more cozy than it was before.

There were more decorations, more things to enjoy than there were when he left. She always had cute things around, plushies, blankets, even leaving some of her clothes around that she wore. Maybe it wasn't always the cleanest, but even when Suguru hadn't left for so long and was assumed dead, he liked it that way.

Suguru always wanted her comfort, and he knew she was busy a lot with the cult and got tired pretty quickly every day.

"You've certainly changed the place to your liking, haven't you? You always did have good taste," Suguru says, looking around at her changes to the apartment, more plants, and even a knew shelf for all of her books.

"Thank you, Suguru," she replies, taking his hand and gently guiding him to the couch. She sits, tugging him down next to her, holding onto his large, rough hand. She breathes out a sigh, content, happy, and still so in love with him.

"You look so tired," she says, looking at his bags under his eyes and the small stitches on his forhead. "You know you have to take better care of yourself." She scolds him affectionately, scolding him like he was only 17 again, like when they were both in high school. She doesn't like to think about it, though. Suguru's depression was at its worst. Seeing him like that was terrifying.

"I've missed you, and you already look like you need to take a rest," she sighs, wrapping her arms around Suguru, holding him close to her body so she can feel his warmth all over her body, warming her heart.

"I'm alright," he replies, pulling away slightly and giving her a small smile.

"No, you're not," she says, pulling him back into her embrace, he would always pull away when he was upset. Her grip is soft but tight around him, not wanting to let go. She's missed him so much. Too much. He had just come back, and already, she is terrified of losing him again.

"Have you even seen Gojo since then? I mean... He would come to our apartment. I remember everytime, he would try to apologize a thousand times over, that he was sorry, but god, how much i fucking hated him for killing you." She feels her tears beginning to stream down her face again as she stares into his purple eyes.

Suguru's grip tightens on her back as she continues to cry. He looks straight ahead, unable to look at her, unable to face her. She knows, she knows he sees her, but he needs to pretend he doesn't see her tears flowing down her cheeks. He knows he's hurting her. He knows she's hurting.

"I know," he whispers, letting out a small exhale. He closes his eyes as he looks at her. "I know. I'm sorry I died." He sighs, holding onto her waist as she lies against him.

"But I'm here now, ok? And I love you, so, so much baby."

"I love you too," she whispers, gripping onto his wrist and squeezing it tightly. Her grip is tighter than it had ever been, more tight than the time he had his arm chopped off by that psycho Yuuta. He had taken her breath away then, too, and the fact she witnessed her lover being ended in such a way was more than traumatizing, it destoryed her.

"It's over, though," he whispers into her ear. "I'm here now."

"You promise me, you will never again leave me? Or die, or get hurt?" She whispers, gripping onto his robes and rubbing her head against his chest. She knows it's not healthy. She's being a mess again, she knows that. But the fact he's alive again means she will never let him leave again.

"Promise me," she whispers repeatedly, her fingers starting to dig into his skin slightly, leaving faint marks as she does so. She wouldn't hurt him, ever. She knows Suguru is strong, that it would hurt him, but he would brush it off as nothing, as if it never affected him at all.

"I promise," he whispers, kissing the nape of her neck, nuzzling his face against her shoulder. She smells good, she smells lovely, like flowers and vanilla, like spring and summer. He could inhale her scent all day. God, she truly is an exquisite and beautiful woman, he's truly in love with her, he feels so blessed to even be within the same room as her, but the fact he has her as a lover is almost insane to him.

"I would never leave you or hurt you ever again," he whispers, holding her tightly as she continues to sob and dig into his skin. He doesn't mind, not at all. This is the best feeling he's felt in so long, to be with her again, in their apartment, on the couch they watched so many movies together.

Her sobs have finally begun to quiet down as she begins to fall asleep against his chest. He smiles softly, holding her up as he sits her gently onto his lap. She's asleep now, but he can't help but look down at her as her pretty eyes are closed, and her lips slightly apart from breathing, her small chest falling against his own, her hands dangling at her side, he picks them up, pushing her arms to her chest so she's more comfortable sleeping in his lap.

She's so soft and beautiful. How did he get so lucky? He's glad he's alive, just so he can see this beautiful woman again. He would die a thousand times over to be around her.

He leans his head down, kissing he forhead softly as he holds her wasit with his large hand. He smiles,
"Goodnight, my love."