polar opposites [satosugu]

*~ comfort ~*

[TW: MENTIONS OF SA]

*SUGURU'S POV*

Security arrived at the help desk. They are taking me and Shoko into a room right now. Honestly, I'm a little worried about Gojo. I hope he doesn't blame me for this, though I am partially blaming myself too.

"Walk me through what happened." One of the security guards said, demanding.

I turn to Shoko, praying that she'll own up to it.

"H-his roommate..." sniff  "He assaulted me... I was just trying to get my jacket..."

"Bullshit!" I yell back. The audacity of this girl is seriously insane. I can't believe I never truly saw who she was.

"Calm down young man. Who is your roommate?" The other guard speaks this time. Can't we get some real police in here?

"Satoru Gojo." My voice is shaky. I can hear it as I speak. I am beyond angry.

"The celebrity kid on campus? Crazy. I guess you never know with people these days. Why don't you bring him down for a questioning?"

"No. He's curled up in his bed right now, crying because she raped him."

"And how would she have done that? She is probably the size of a grain of rice." So fucking ignorant.

"She drugged him, genius." I say sarcastically. "Tell them. Tell them the truth Shoko."

She winces. Aw, poor thing. It sure looks like someone regrets not being more careful. Because we all know that's really what this is. She would do it again if she had the chance. My heart feels like it's pounding out of my chest because of this stranger sitting next to me. I feel like I know nothing about her anymore. I will never see her the same.

"I did... I did it..." She admits it. She wipes her tears with her sleeve.

The guards look sort of shocked. That reaction only fueled my anger. Yes, I'm relieved that she told the truth. But if she kept denying it, would Gojo have been the one to get in trouble? Would they have bought her bullshit? All these hypotheticals are going to make me more aggravated than I already am.

After a bit more questioning, I notice my own knee bouncing impatiently. I need to get back to him.

"Can I go now?" I don't mean to, but I say that quite bitterly.

"Uh, sure. But you, stay here. We'll be taking you to the police station." He points at her and the other guard speaks to me as I stand.

"Bring your friend in tomorrow. He'll need to fill out a report." I nod in response and hurry back to the dorms. 

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I slowly open the door to the dorm. Gojo is in the same spot he was in when I left around 45 minutes ago. I check the time before closing the door behind me. It's only noon.

I grab a hoodie from my dresser along with some sweatpants. He should have a bit of his strength back by now, as I was with Shoko just now for probably an hour and a half. I climb up the ladder of his bed and take his shoes off. He is awake, I think. I'm pretty sure he is just accepting what I'm doing. I pull the sweatpants that are bunched at his ankles off of him, putting mine on him instead. Boxers aren't my biggest concern, I'm just trying to cover him up and give him cleaner clothes. I pull the sweatpants up, closing my eyes as to not get a look at his body. It feels disrespectful, because it is. I imagine that he wants to be as covered up as possible, so I scoot up the bed, placing the hoodie gently on his chest.

He sits up and puts the hoodie on, and wipes his tears with the sleeves. I feel so guilty. Even though I didn't know, I still let her into our dorm alone with him.

"I'm sorry." I tell him, my voice is wavering a little.

"It's not your fault..." We are both sitting crisscross in front of each other on the bed, both of us staring at the mattress sadly. "Thank you."

My eyes snap up to meet his. Why is he thanking me? This is my fault.

"Why?"

"You protected me." I give him a sad smile. I can feel my previous hate for him start to slip away, though I still don't like him as a person. We are too different for us to be friends. He moves closer to me and embraces me. "So thank you..."

I am surprised at the hug, because usually after an experience like that, the last thing they want is to be touched. I know I was like that. But I want to forget about that. I hold him tightly, trying to comfort him.

He sighs and rests his cheek on my shoulder. I think he just wants a comfortable touch rather than the coldness of Shoko's body. I try to make sure that he feels warm, so my arms wrap further around his back. 

"Are you okay?"

"Not really. I'll try to be, though."

It's almost impressive how good he is at masking his thoughts, even though he told the truth. He wasn't crying anymore, but I just knew  he wanted to.

I hold him for a few minutes, letting him rest against me. I don't care how much Shoko begs or pleads. We will never be friends again.