polar opposites [satosugu]

*~ vulnerable ~*

[TRIGGER WARNING: SA]

*SUGURU'S POV*

I feel so drained. I think running is a little harder than I remember. It's only been 15 minutes, so right now I'm a little angry at myself for not being able to go further. I think I'm going to turn around early and head back to my dorm to see Shoko, who hopefully is still there.

I walk back to the campus, a little slowly because of the tiring run. Finally, I reach the dorm building and go inside. I step into the elevator and go up to my floor, the 6th floor. 

The wooden floor of the dorm halls creaks under my feet, and I reach my hand to turn the knob when I hear noises.

It that... Shoko? She's moaning... why the hell is she moaning? Is this seriously asshole fucking my best friend?! I'm going to beat his ass. He's taking advantage of her. He knows that she admires him, and what does he do? He gets off on it.

Slowly, I open the door. I see her naked body, a sight I really don't want to be seeing. My face contorts with rage as my suspicions of him are confirmed. She's riding him. She's facing the wall opposite to the entrance, and his face is blocked by her back. I am about to yank him out of the bed by the hair when as I approach, still unnoticed, when I feel my heart sink.

Holy shit. 

Am I in a nightmare...?

His eyes are half lidded. His pants and boxers are to his ankles and his shoes are still on. His face is streaming with tears and it's clear that he doesn't possess the strength to do so much as wipe them away. In fact, those aren't moans coming from him.

Those noises are him asking- No... begging for her to stop. My face becomes impossibly angrier as I realize what is actually going on. What she is really  doing to someone so vulnerable. I can only assume that she drugged him.

Shoko is raping my roommate in his own dorm. Someone I thought I could trust, doing something as low as this. The sounds of her moans are the equivalent of metal knives scraping against a plate, now that I see the evil person behind the lovely girl I have known for years. The only reason I still go unnoticed is because she is in her own fucking world, and he is barely conscious. I breathe faster and faster contemplating my choices here. I am not one to hit a girl.

...

Not under normal circumstances. But I need to stop this now. I grab her hair and one of her shoulders and throw her off the bed, falling down completely, hitting her head on the edge of my desk on the opposite side of the room. She yelps out in pain, and after seeing what I just saw, the sound is almost satisfying.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I scream at her.

"It's not what it looks like!" She pleads, rubbing the back of her head from the impact of the harsh snatch.

"Tell me then, Shoko! What is this?!" My screaming continues.

Tears start falling from her eyes. Pathetic. "I'm sorry! I fucked up! Please forgive me... I love you Suguru... don't let this come between our friendship... I'm begging you..."

"This is YOUR fault. Do you really think that this just boils down to just a shitty decision?! ...Tell me Shoko. Tell me exactly how you drugged him."

Her face floods with tears of guilt or embarrassment. I can't tell which one, probably both. Reluctantly, she tells me anyways. I'm honestly baffled that she can even admit this. "I... I spiked his drink..."

I let out a shaky sigh at this.

I am practically trembling with rage, but I can't tell how obvious it is. I pick up her clothes off of the floor and throw them at her full force. "Get dressed. Right the fuck now." I say bitterly, my voice dripping with hatred.

I look over at Gojo, who is curled up into a ball on his bed, sobbing still. I've never seen him so vulnerable. I may not like him, but it hurts to see him this way.

After she dressed herself I waste not a second more before dragging her by her hair into the hallway and I shove her into the elevator, making sure her back hits the hand railing in the back. I step inside after her and press the first floor, then turn my attention back to her. I backhand her across the face, sparing no strength.

Her face is straight, facing the ground. Almost in a sort of "I deserve this..." way, but I can't help but somehow feel like she is trying to get me to feel bad for her for some reason.

"Don't play the victim."

"Suguru... I'm-"

"You're dead to me." After I say that, I can hear her sobs from the corner of the elevator, and I stay standing in front of its doors waiting for them to open.

The moment they open, I drag her by her ear. Not to her dorm building, where she thought I was going, but to the nearest help desk on campus and throw her into a chair, her still violently sobbing. The mans eyes snap to me and he picks up the phone to call security on me for practically abusing a poor girl.

"I'm here to report this girl. She raped my roommate." I try to sound as calm as possible, but there is still a shakiness in my voice that can be clearly heard when I speak, and I still sound bitter.

He pauses as he holds the phone to his mouth, now understanding why I entered the way I did. He continues dialing security, but now it isn't for me.

I hope, at least.