Satosugu: A compilation of feelings

Shoko Pov:

                                                                                        Though I know

"We're the strongest sorcerers"

I hear the quote on a daily basis to the point the day goes unfinished till I hear that at least once if not more than twice.

A Trio. And I believe that we are. Our personalities and attitudes match like puzzle pieces. But them again, there are two kinds of soulmates; platonic and romantic. And clear like Satoru's ocean eyes, their relationship was the latter, but like Suguru's deep purple eyes, the hid it in the dark. Too far for a stranger to notice.

But from a best friend you can't hide the way their gazes settle to each other's.

Shoko. Healer. RCT. A description that provides clarity to my purpose. And annoyingly simple. They were more than best friends and brothers alone to me. They were both my best friends and brothers as much as they seem to unknowingly leave me behind.

"I was there, and I know"

Then again, when you are hiding your emotions that are desperately banging against your heart relentlessly, it is hard not to do so sometimes. Especially when the cause of the beautiful heartache is right there. I don't blame them. I could never. And would never. But I blame them, for their own long lasting pain from love they can't let go. It's tearing them apart piece by piece, and I can sense it.

Suguru, your ideals will never be right. And I would never agree with them, but I can sympathize and see your point of view.

The exhaustion was clear on your face, and yet I hadn't taken any actions towards it. I simply observed and noticed the walls you built throughout your days peeling and crumbling slowly, giving way to your negative, energy-draining emotions that I know had cause you to crumble. And I don't blame you. But why did you hide it from him? Why didn't you scream, shout and release your anger at him for not understanding you? Perhaps things could have been different. No- they would be different, if either of us did something. Put thought into it. So I'm sorry.

Satoru, unlike Suguru, masking your hurt must be your talent. A skill you have honed throughout the pain of the separation. But after the incident it seems that my presence has been of less to you. Though we still meet, it is clear we aren't as close, that Suguru was the glue between both of us. Between us three. It isn't your fault he left. I wish I could tell you that. I wish I could've done something to hold him back. Wish that maybe you didn't have to mask all that pain with your smile.

But those are all wishes. Empty ones at that.

Perhaps I am simply a passing character in your lives.

But the moments together; I wish I could experience it. Again.