𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑫 | 𝑱𝑼𝑱𝑼𝑻𝑺𝑼 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑵

六 | 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪

BLURS WHERE YOUR EYES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE

― there's a certain heartbreak that comes with realizing that he's becoming a stranger ಥ_ಥ

*+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+**+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+**+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+**+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+*

Suguru's departure shouldn't have wounded you as much as it did.

The life of a jujutsu sorcerer meant that there were moments when it was impossible to win, instances where it would've been better to give up and die rather than to keep fighting for the sake of protecting those who can't do it themselves. One moment, all possibilities seemed attainable, and the next, all efforts were fruitless. One minute, you're the most invincible person to ever walk the Earth, and the next, you've got two left feet. And yet, somehow, Suguru made these inevitable contradictions just a bit more bearable.

He was a special-grade sorcerer and you weren't, he was better than you ever could've been. But he still chooses to be around you, chooses to hold you and stays up until dawn to talk about nonsense with you. He listens when you lament about your cursed technique advancing far too quickly, and you return the favor when he complains about the taste of curses. Yes, he's got Satoru to spar with, but if he ever had the choice, he'd take you in a heartbeat. All while his sly but warm eyes gaze down at you like you hung the moon and stars, his hair that's usually pulled back in a bun flowing in the wind—even the bangs that Riko Amanai called weird.

His eyes were always distinct. Distinctively lovely.

With you, with his friends, he was Suguru Geto. The quiet, charming, and cunning young man who stole your heart like nobody's business. He was Suguru Geto, one of Jujutsu High's most prolific students alongside Satoru Gojo, and one of the next generation's strongest. He was Suguru Geto, and he was yours.

It was only a matter of time before circumstances messed it up for everyone. A matter of time before he would become Suguru Geto, the ruthless sorcerer who would massacre an entire village, the exhausted young man whose friend was drifting farther away. Suguru Geto, the sorcerer who thought he was above powerless humans, dubbed the most evil curse user. It was only a matter of time before Suguru, who was once empathetic and mischievous, would become more apathetic and indifferent.

His eyes grew less kind, but they never lied. And they didn't lie the day he'd snuck into Jujutsu High to kiss you good-bye one last time after his expulsion from the school—all you could see was the mistiness, hurt, and helplessness when he pulled back to cradle your head in his hands. Satoru wouldn't have let him, Principal Yaga wouldn't have let him. Hell, you would've pushed him away if you weren't so foolishly blinded by love and hope. Hope that this wouldn't be the last time, and hope that this wasn't the path he wanted to take. But there was never any chance of convincing him when he was already too far gone.