jjk moments

nightmares

based on a stsg minicomic from instagram with which i was an idiot and didn't save!

song - i need some sleep, eels 

He wakes with a start, biting back a scream as waves of terror wash over him. 2:48 am, the clock reads, and Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer of the modern era, can do nothing but hold his breath as the images that haunted his sleep flash through his mind. His eyes close, he attempts to calm his racing heart until he thrashes about, trying to escape the bedsheets weighing him down. 2:50. Fuck.

His heart still pounding and muscles tense, he forces himself to roll over. Checks his phone, the bright Inoue Waka homescreen greeting him before he drops it on the bed. 2:51. He still feels the terror, alive and waiting under his skin so sleep isn't an option. Before he even realises it, his feet are on the bracingly cold floor and he has covered the short distance between his and Suguru's room.

As Satoru raises his hands to knock, he catches himself. Idiot, what was he thinking? What could Suguru do to help him, when it was so clear his best friend was also struggling? It was hard not to notice the large dark circles, and the way in which Suguru's clothes hung off him. Still, he couldn't help but wish he would wake up. Frozen, Satoru waits outside the door for what felt like an age before the sound of a curse was heard from inside, and the door swept open before he could even lower his hand. Tears well in his eyes as Suguru's glance shifts from confused to worried. 

Satoru tries to smile. tries. then everything he has been holding back floods out in a rush of words. "My brain won't shut down.. and the six eyes is making it the worst.. my chest hurts and i wish we could go back to Okinawa with Kuroi and Riko but Suguru they're dead, they're dead". And Suguru's heart breaks for his closest friend. 

The door just opens wider, and Suguru steps back. Offering privacy and silent support, which Satoru is desperate to accept. "It's late, Satoru", is Suguru's only further offer, along with a large sweatshirt that he offers up. The bed just fits both of them, with Satoru's leg hanging off the end and the one pillow forcing their heads together. 

The smell of Suguru's hair, the sound of his heart beating. Eventually, Satoru stops shaking. The comfort of a warm body next to him, gentle hands stroking his white hair. When Shoko pounds on Suguru's door the following morning in search of a light, the clock shows 8:46, and it takes him five prods with his elbow to wake Satoru, sprawled out against the wall.

A knife point at the bottom of his field of view. A stabbing pain in his chest, followed by the sound of clapping. Riko, wrapped in a sheet. The  realisation that his own purple had torn through a building as well as a person. The way that the sunlight streamed through the clouds and the world changed. Blood dripping to the floor, loose buttons and that goddamn look of pity on Yaga's face. The way the moonlight on Christmas Eve couldn't hide the blood in the shadows, the scraps of dark fabric adrift on a sharp breeze. 

A shudder ripped through Satoru and once again he lay in bed as shuddering sobs racked his body. 3:02 am. Wiping his eyes roughly, he swung his feet around but as they hit the floor it was as if he has deflated, drawing the sheets around himself and curling into a fetal position. He made no move to wipe the tears that started to soak his pillow and as Satoru lay in his bed, devoid of all feeling and thought, except how he wished Suguru was there. 

chat i am so autistic over them i cannot convey this. Anywoo i haven't written before so i am open to constructive critisism and all that i mean any interaction would be appreciated

next chapter will be out 14/06/24 (i'm still sitting exams lol) so i'll try do something after then!