Another Try

Chapter I | Trying to mimic a ghost?

Exorcise. Absorb. Swallow. Precious time goes by. "So about the mission-" Minute after a minute. Second after second. "You'll go-" The thought lingers. Its- ".. and Shoko" 

"Oi! Baka are you even listening about our mission?" Satoru hit him with a nail file. "Also have I mentioned you look like- like" Garbage. Take care of yourself- "you've seen a ghost! Wake up!"-he would have said. 

Eyes un-blurred, Suguru stared at the seven-layer glasses that lay on the head of Satoru. He could feel the acid, wretched taste find its way coming up in Suguru's throat. "I gotta- gotta head to the- to the restroom." He looked away quickly slurring his words, he stumbled upon the washroom. Satoru scoffed. "That doesn't mean you're excused from this mission!" 

Fuck. Suguru had thrown up an orb somehow. Half of it was gone, while a blue, glittery substance leaked the orb. No cursed spirit leaked out, not even feeling cursed energy (Aside from Satoru's which he was of course used to). Satoru heard the retching from the washroom. "Hey, you good in there?" Satoru says while filing his nails. "Suguru?" His voice echoes across the room. "Hey you're a pain in the ass you know!" Satoru stood up going to check up on his best friend. Suguru groaned. "I- I'm fine." The words barely delivered. Finally. Satoru walked back to the table. "'Kay". Suguru would never want Satoru see him in a state like this, although the amount of obliviousness and callousness that came out of that man's mouth was immeasurable, at least to Suguru. 

Suguru had spent the following 30 minutes in the washroom (it was a total blur), telling Satoru he was fine about every five minutes. He didn't feel any better - in fact worse - but he figured he should've left to stop raising suspicion from Satoru. 

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He was used to Satoru's cursed energy, but he could also taste cursed energy. It wasn't as bad as swallowing those God-awful orbs that tasted like a rag used to clean up shit and vomit, but still bad. Satoru's taste wasn't as bad. They haven't been in touch quite often since the star plasma vessel mission. (That was 2 months ago). Since then, Satoru's taste became more and more unfamiliar. He could still sense it was him, but less. Satoru's cursed energy tasted like a strawberry-kiwi flavour with a hint of iced cucumber. Now it's a rotting strawberry flavour with no hint of kiwi and a stronger presence of cucumber. He was arguably more comfortable around Satoru and enjoyed his presence than most. 

Satoru knew Suguru thought he was oblivious. Come on, zoning out mid-conversation, staying in the washroom for more than 30 minutes saying he's fine while also retching every second? Who wouldn't notice? Satoru had been worried. Really worried. He tried playing it cool, trying not to bring attention to the dark rings circulating Suguru's eyes. Not bringing attention to the redness in his eyes most of the time. Not bringing attention to how he talked, and how he slurred his words. He knew he should've asked about what was going on, but he couldn't bring himself to. 

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Suguru had been half-listening to Satoru when he had been trying to explain the mission. He at least got the gist of it. Go with Haibara and Shoko, make sure nobody dies, right? 

"Ooi! Nanami!" Kento had always been quiet, while Satoru - well you already know -.  Kento gave Satoru a slight wave, although it was more like raising his arm up half way. Haibara was a polar opposite to Kento. Which is well, everything Kento wasn't. Opposites attract, am I right? Not to mention Haibara and Kento were first-years. The second-year's job is to teach the first-years the logistics and basics of it. Shoko was the only girl at Jujutsu tech, at least the one in Tokyo. She was gloomy, but talkative. Every time someone asks her when she'll stop smoking, she says when she's older. She's been saying that for 3 years. (Yes, the girl is also 17.)