"I think you and Satoru should talk."

Suguru freezes. The rice slips through his chopsticks. "Talk?"

"Yes." Kagome plants her hands on her hips. "I don't know what's going on with you two, but whatever it is, there's no reason you can't talk it out and get your friendship back on track." She wets her lips and takes a seat next to Suguru. "I've been thinking with the loss of my family and Hojo-kun dying, that you're right about life being so short. It's too short for you and Satoru not to make amends."

"I don't think—"

"He'll be over tonight for a movie night. Would you be able to pick up some snacks?" She leans forward and rests her head on her fist. Why is he looking at her like that? Honestly, what could have been so bad that Suguru freezes at the thought of having a civil conversation with Satoru? "I gotta stop by InuYasha's today. You remember Inu right? Well, anyway. His wife, Hana, is due any day now, so I'm gonna stop by and help get their house together."

"That's sweet of you," he replies, setting his chopsticks down. "Now—ahem!" he coughs. "About Satoru stopping by?"

"Well, I don't know what he likes other than kikufuku. That can't be the only thing he eats. And he's your best friend, so you should get something he'd like as a peace offering."

"I don't think that's the kind of offering he would like to receive from me."

"Don't be difficult." She rolls her eyes and gets up. What a hypocrite. He can go on and on about how she needs to live in the present and make every moment count, but he refuses to listen to his own advice. "Either way, Satoru is coming over. Either you can join us, or you can do... whatever it is that you do when you aren't here pestering me."

"Easy. I might think you are trying to seduce me." He laughs, but it's the fakest laugh she has ever heard come from his mouth.

"Look, I'm sure whatever it is, you guys can work through it." She blows out a breath. "I mean, Inu and I didn't always get along and we got past it."

"What could he have possibly done that required your forgiveness?" He peeks at her through those long, dark lashes of his. Kagome bites the inside of her cheek. She messes with the flower vase on the table. She wants to fan herself so badly. Ever since that day, it's been harder to ignore Suguru.

"He did try to kill me the first time we met." She shrugs. "Then there was that issue with his dead girlfriend and her taking half of my soul for a bit." There, the flowers look much better slightly off to the right than in the middle of the table. "... What's with your face?"

"Can you repeat that? Dead girlfriend? Your soul?"

"Oh, it's in the past." Kagome smiles. She and Inu have come a long way. "Besides, I have the rest of my soul back, and Kikyo is resting again. It's not like she wanted to come back as a zombie." She walks back over to him and wraps her arms around him. He smells good. Better than good. "My point is, that whatever happened between you and Satoru, I think you guys can talk it out. It's obvious you guys still care about one another."

"... Can we revisit the soul thing?"

"No." She nips his ear and then freezes. He turns around so fast, she gets whiplash. Her back hits the table. "Uh? Suguru?" Her muscles tense. "I didn't—"

His lips press against hers. His hand, so large and warm, manacles her neck, applying just enough pleasure that her blood sings. She moans as his other hand grips a thigh. His fingers burn as though he's trying to brand her as his.

Wait.

"Suguru," she breathes, pushing back against his chest. His hold over her loosens, but that dark gleam in his eyes grows more heated. His dark shirt stretches, showing off the muscles hiding underneath.

"I want you," he says with no hesitation. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips while his gaze never leaves her. "I want you so badly, I'm willing to entertain this movie date with Satoru." He backs up and helps her off the table. "Text me anything you want and when to show up tonight."

She blinks. He's leaving? He never leaves unless she kicks him out.

"You're leaving?"

"Miss me already?"

"No." She turns her head away, cheeks far too warm than they have any right to be. "I'll see you tonight. Why would I miss you?"

He chuckles as he grabs his bowl off the table and deposits it into the sink. "Should I pack an overnight bag?"

"Who said you could spend the night?"

He just laughs at her before cupping her head and brushing his lips against hers. It's softer. Sweeter. And her knees shake. That's the second time he's kissed her today. She should put a stop to it. Should remind him she isn't ready for a relationship, but her mind is muddled and the longer he kisses her, the quieter those reasons become.

"I'll see you tonight." He pulls away and winks, humming to himself out the door. Kagome touches her lips. She needs to talk to Sango like now. Eri and the girls won't be of any help. They're still mad she broke up with Hojo and then his passing away unexpectedly at such a young age too, has not damped their sentiments in that regard.

So yeah, she needs to get a move on it, so she has enough time to chat with Sango before tonight. Kagome grabs a couple of items and snacks she knows Shippo-chan likes and stuffs them in her still going strong yellow bookbag. They do not make bookbags like these anymore. She shuts the door behind her and tries to sense Suguru.

Good.

He actually left.

Talking about the well and how she time travels is not something she wants to get into. At least not yet. Yes, Suguru has been here for her since losing her family and he knows about InuYasha now, but she needs to be sure he won't try to use the time travel to his advantage.

Maybe she's just jaded these days, but Suguru doesn't have to know everything about her. Kagome jumps into the well and the fresh air of the past greets her. The quality is so clean. So peaceful. If only she could experience this kind of air quality and her way of living back in her time.

She heads out to find Sango. If there is anyone that can give her advice, it'll be Sango-chan.

Kagome heads into the village where she finds Sango trying to wrangle in the twins. "Hey Sango!" she calls, waving her hand. Sango smiles warmly at her. Her simple kimono is yellow with pink flowers. It looks amazing on Sango. But Kagome is biased. She swears everything looks amazing on the demon slayer. "Do you have time for a chat? And I got goodies for everyone."

The twins swarm her backpack and take off with their respective dolls. Sango shakes her head and interlocks their arms together. They head down to the river and sit. Kagome pulls out some snacks and hands some to Sango.

"What's on your mind?" Sango asks, munching on a chip. She crosses her legs and leans back.

"Suguru kissed me again."

"The sorcerer guy that tried to save your family?"

"Yeah, he's been around nearly every day. At least it feels that way. Sometimes we go out and exorcise curses together." Kagome blows out a breath. "He wants more than I can give him."

"I think you are so strong for everyone else that you don't know how to allow someone to shoulder your pain, too." Sango sets the bag of chips down in her lap and looks out at the river. "No one is saying that you can't do both. You can grieve the loss of your family... and the loss of Hojo, while still allowing this Suguru to be there for you. Take it day by day. Isn't that what you told me when I was on the fence about Miroku?"

Kagome frowns. Yes, she did tell Sango to take it day by day with Miroku.

"Are you not attracted to him?"

"I am," she admits. "Suguru is..." Her mind goes blank. There are no words to fully encompass how attractive she finds him. "But there's also the dilemma with Satoru. Him and Suguru are friends, even though they don't seem to be speaking right now."

"That is quite the dilemma." Sango hums. "Are they upset with you?"

Are they upset? Satoru hasn't really mentioned it, but it's as though she's come out and told him she and Suguru have kissed. And he's not her boyfriend. "Satoru doesn't bring it up. Suguru has only complained that I was willing to sleep with Satoru and not him. But Satoru was only going to be a one-night thing. It's not like I knew they were friends."

Kagome falls back on the grass and stretches her legs out. "I should cancel this movie night with all of us."

"... If neither of them cares, why not have both?"

Kagome blinks. Did she hear Sango correctly? Both? "I'm sorry? What?" She turns her head to the side and looks over at Sango, who seems non-phased by the words she just uttered.

Sango shrugs. "Take it day by day?"

"I think Miroku has rubbed off on you."

"I hope he does later."

Kagome closes her eyes and laughs. Miroku has corrupted Sango, that's for sure. She and Sango continue to chat for a while until their legs go numb and it's time for Sango to get started on dinner. Kagome stops by InuYasha's and Hana's hut on her way back to the well. Their child will be born any day now, and Kagome wants them to be as comfortable as possible.

"Oi!" InuYasha calls from behind her while she has one leg over the edge of the well.

"What is it?" It's not like InuYasha to chase her down. At least not anymore.

"What happened with your family. It wasn't your fault." He turns his head away, though she can see the pink on his cheeks from here.

"They were your family, too. Mama always considered you as hers."

"I know," he says softly. "I just... it wasn't your fault, so stop moping around like it is." He shoves his hands into the sleeves of his red fire rat haori. "And stop by more often. Hana likes when you do."

Kagome smiles. "I'll try my best." She swings her other leg over and hops down. The familiar magic warms her bones and before she knows it, she's staring up at the inside of the well house. First thing she needs to do is take a shower and then get some things in order before Suguru and Satoru get here.

Kagome opens the door and takes one step out of the well house when Satoru's curse energy wraps around her.

"What are you doing?" Satoru asks. Kagome freezes.

Why is he here early? And doesn't he know that those sweatpants hint at everything? Is he even wearing boxers?

"Cleaning the well house. What are you doing here so early?" She grips the straps of her yellow backpack and prays her face doesn't give her lies away. "Movie night doesn't start for another hour?"

"I'm actually on time for once. Did you lose track cleaning?" He moves to take her bookbag, but she sidesteps him and motions for him to follow.

"Oh really? I left my watch inside." She goes for nonchalant. If Satoru is telling the truth, then must have got caught up in the past catching up with everyone. Which means then, that Suguru is probably inside. He doesn't have a key, but he gets in somehow. He refuses to tell her how exactly he is breaking in. "Suguru must be inside then."

"... Yeah, I sense his cursed energy inside. Thought it was just going to be us, though," he says, with a huff.

"Really? I could have sworn I said join us for a movie night." Great, did she lead him on? "Well, that's not a problem, right? You and Suguru? He picked out the snacks for us."

"Look, Kagome. Suguru isn't—"

"Sa-to-ru," Suguru greets, opening the front door. "Seems you found Kagome. I've been calling you for hours."

Kagome tilts her head to the side as she slides out of her shoes. "You should wear your hair down more often. I like it." She brushes past while Suguru appears stunned by her admission. It's not a lie. Something about Suguru with his hair down and not pulled back makes him look far more... feral.

Her stomach clenches.

"I'm going to take a quick shower!" she calls out. "You guys pick out the movie list."

"Can I join?" Satoru calls back.

Kagome rolls her eyes. "Sure, after you two have worked out your differences."


Kagome shifts as she gets comfortable on the couch. Sandwiched between Satoru and Suguru, she can feel the animosity brewing between the two of them. She rolls her eyes. Maybe she should leave and give them some space to talk things out? Since they clearly didn't take the time to chat when she was getting ready.

Suguru reaches over and lifts one leg and places it over his. "That's better," he says, looking straight ahead. She can't remember the name of the movie, but the horror aspect of it could use some work.

"For who?" Kagome wonders. It's a bit awkward to the say the least. Satoru stretches and places an arm around her. "Satoru?"

"Hm?" His jaw ticks. The light from the tv highlights the strong cut of his jaw. Her stomach flutters. "Did you want to stretch your legs?" He grabs her other leg and places it over his. With his free hand, he squeezes her thigh.

"... Are you guys going to talk about it? We can pause the movie." Not to mention, this pose is a bit awkward. It's as though they are fighting for a piece of her instead of talking to one another. And the movie isn't all that interesting. Or maybe her standards are too high now with the horrors she has seen? Either way, this pose feels a tad bit scandalous, even with her shorts on.

"Talk?" Satoru scoffs. "With the movie playing?"

"There's no need for us to talk about it," Suguru says, his fingers inch forward. Kagome swallows. Surely he doesn't mean what she thinks he means.

"About getting your friendship back on track," she says weakly, trying to wrangle in this situation. Dealing with Suguru is one thing. Dealing with Suguru and Satoru at the same is another ball park. She didn't prepare for this situation.

"Life is short," Suguru says, drawing circles on her thigh, "Too short for you to keep denying yourself."

"Suguru," Satoru warns.

"The fact that you are still here tells me you're hoping for the same thing." Suguru chuckles. The low, menacing chuckle does wicked things to Kagome's resolve. "Surely you knew I would be here. What were you hoping for?"

There's a dark, sensuous undercurrent in the air. Kagome swallows. It's as though Suguru and Satoru are having a conversation within the conversation. She feels a little off-kilter sitting between the two. Perhaps she should just get up and give them privacy?

"Are you uncomfortable?" Satoru asks, angling his head toward her. She can't see his expression with the sunglasses in the way, but there's a seriousness to him that strikes her as odd.

"No, I'd tell you to stop if I was."

The smirk is instantaneous.

"But you two should talk," she continues, moving her leg from his lap. "Suguru," she says with a sigh, while his hands tighten on her thigh. "Let me up."

"Or what?" He angles his head towards her, his long dark hair brushes against her shoulder. "What if I never want to let you go?"

"You're hilarious," she replies flatly, jerking her leg and attempting to kick out at him. Suguru moves towards her, but she jumps back and hits Satoru. "Sorry," she says, glancing up at Satoru. The blood in her face rushes down her body. Satoru pushes his sunglasses up. His blue eyes are so vibrant in the dark.

They really do sparkle.

"Tell me if you're uncomfortable," he murmurs. His hands lift her up as he bends down, stealing her breath away. Suguru's hands grip her legs, reminding her he isn't going anywhere.

She aches.

Kissing Satoru is like kissing the sun with how warm he is. His warmth seeps into her skin. Her hands fist his shirt.

"Wait," she says, slightly breathless. "Don't you—"

"We've already talked," Suguru interrupts. His fingers toy with the edge of her shorts. "Do I get to kiss you too?" He slides his hands up, hooking his fingers in her shorts, but he makes no move to pull them down. Kagome bites her lip. Is she really about to do this?

With both of them? On this cramped couch? Not that her bed would be any better.

If she does this, there's no going back. She thinks back to her talk with Sango. Kagome nods, not trusting herself to get the words out.

"I want to hear you say it," Suguru says, though he slides her shorts off and closes his eyes, inhaling deeply. "Need you to say it. Isn't that right, Satoru?"

"Say it, otherwise I'm kicking him out." Satoru eyes flit from Suguru to her. Oh. He's serious. Her face must be the color of a tomato with how hot her face is.

"I want both of you," she admits. Suguru has panties off and his face between her legs before she can finish. The moan wretches itself free. "Sug—" Satoru swallows her moans and makes them his own.

Her body burns from the stretch. Suguru swirls his tongue inside of her and she could die right there with no regrets. He eats her as though his life depends on it. As though he's been aching to have her like this.

Maybe he has.

Suguru groans with every swipe of his tongue. Satoru doesn't stop kissing her. Her body is disoriented. It doesn't know which pleasure to focus on. Her legs tremble. She grips Satoru's shirt tighter.

Fuck, she's close. Almost there. Suguru spreads her thighs, opening her up to him. He doesn't let up. Doesn't give her a moment to breathe. Her orgasm crashes over her like a storm.

Wild.

Uncontrollable.

She screams as she comes, but it comes out muffled with how determined Satoru is with taking every breath of hers away.

"Kami, you taste amazing," Suguru says, eyes closed in bliss, while his hands run down her sides. The angle must be uncomfortable with how tall Suguru is, but if he's uncomfortable, he doesn't act like it. "Have you had a taste?"

Kagome sucks in a breath. Her nipples strain. Her body aches so badly. Suguru talks about her as those she is the greatest thing ever.

"Not yet," Satoru murmurs. His fingers pluck at her nipples through her thin tank top. Suddenly, he's pulling her away from Suguru as though she weighs nothing.

Suguru grunts. The light from the tv highlights the crazed gleam in his eyes. "I need to grab some stuff."

Grab some stuff?

She wants to question him, but Satoru repositions her, so her cunt is on his lips, and she has to grip the back of the couch to stay upright.

"Fuck, you are sweet," Satoru groans. He moves her hips back and forth, urging her to ride his face.

She's sensitive from the orgasm Suguru licked out of her, and now Satoru is determined to ruin her more. Her moans are broken variations of his name. He suctions his lips around her nub and her vision goes white.

Shit.

This was an awful idea. There's no way she can look either of them in the eye now and not think about tonight. Day by day, her ass. How is she going to survive this night? Satoru slaps her ass. It stings. She hopes he does it again.

"Stay with me, Gome-chan. Gonna make you feel you good," he coos, squeezing her cheeks. "Ride me, just like that."

She rocks back and forth, eyes closed, head thrown back, as she chases another high. "Satoru," she moans, "Close."

"Yeah?" He grabs her hips and moves her up and down, guiding her while he fucks her with his tongue. "Give it all to me. Just like that. Look at how much ya leaking. Keep coming on my tongue."

"Isn't she sweet?" Suguru asks.

Kagome opens her eyes. Rope? Satoru coaxes the orgasm out of her, and she squeezes her eyes shut again. Her breaths are erratic. Her legs feel like jello. And why the hell does Suguru have rope? Satoru? Suguru? Someone grabs her and helps her to sit upright on the couch.

"What's with the rope?" she asks, trying to catch her breath. Suguru toys with the rope, though his eyes never leave hers.

"I enjoy seeing you helpless."

Of course he does.

She suspects Suguru just likes her in general, but she doesn't call him out on it. "And what if I'd rather tie you up instead?"

"That could be arranged," Satoru agrees, shedding his clothes like a damn snake. Her hand flies to her chest. She figured he'd be big. She didn't think he would be that big. "See something you like?" Satoru grips his cock in one hand and strokes.

Fuck, that should be illegal.

"It's not that impressive," Suguru says with a snort. He kicks his pants off and bends down until he is eye level. "Here, I told you, you could do whatever you want with me." He pushes the rope into her hands and Kagome is speechless. She never thought Suguru would be the type.

Maybe she should stop thinking and just go with it.

"You're just mad because she came harder with me." Satoru walks around the couch and reaches for her shirt. "Just say the word and I'll kick Suguru out."

"That's my line," Suguru says, tapping the rope. "How bout it?" He holds out his hands with a smile on his face. Suguru may be offering to be tied up, but Kagome feels like a mouse, and she is their prey. She clucks her tongue, trying to ignore how Satoru's large hands cup her breast, toying with her nipples idly.

She ties Suguru's hands together and preens at the knot.

"... Have you done this before?" He admires the knot.

"No. Lucky first try?" Yeah, she isn't about to tell him about how often she used to get kidnapped. He freaked out about the whole not having all of her soul at one point. Suguru would probably double down and never let her out of his sight.

"Hm." Suguru doesn't seem all that convinced, but he doesn't press her. "Lift her up," Suguru commands, like he knows Satoru will listen to him.

And he does.

Maybe they did talk?

Satoru holds her bridal style and kisses her. She tastes herself on his tongue.

"Satoru," Suguru warns. Satoru rolls his eyes and eases her back down on top of Suguru. Her cunt clenches, desperate to have him inside of her. Suguru wets his lips. His hands rest behind him with his elbows pointed outward. He looks helpless, but she knows if Suguru wanted to, he could break out of his bindings.

"Is this what you wanted?" she murmurs, stroking his thick cock. He shifts and thrusts into her hand. She spreads the pre-cum over the mushroom shaped head. His cock is like a work of art.

"Don't tease," he says, eyes hooded. The noise from the movie goes silent.

Satoru tosses the remote on the table and then brushes his fingers across her lips. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, before pulling away. Warmth spreads through her. There's an odd reverence to his tone. She can't put her finger on it, but there's a shift in the room,

She rises and sinks down on Suguru. Her breath catches.

"Shit," he breathes, "you feel like... fuck." His eyes slide shut as her walls stretch around him. Satoru has Suguru on length, but damn if Suguru's cock isn't stretching her to the brim. She places her hands on his chest and rides him, nice and slow. Little moans escape her. Broken versions of Suguru's name.

He feels good. Better than good.

"Use me, just like that," he coos.

Satoru places a foot next to Suguru's head and reaches for her, guiding her head down. His vibrant blue eyes darken with such intensity, it should scare her. She opens her mouth and welcomes him in, gagging slightly when he hits the back of her throat. He fucks her face, slowly, allowing her to adjust to him.

"Sorry, Kagome," Suguru says, "Need to touch you." His hands are on her in an instant. So much for those bindings. She moans around Satoru's cock while Suguru takes control and drives into her. His hands grip her hips so tightly, she is sure there will be marks of his hands on her. He slides his hands up and cups her breasts.

"How does she feel?" Satoru asks, as though he and Suguru are having an everyday conversation.

"Like a dream," Suguru replies, snapping his hips up. For two people who pretend to not be friends anymore, they fuck her in perfect synchrony. Her mind is free of anything other than the way they love her. Suguru gives her one hard thrust and then lifts her off him. She swears they must have telepathy with how Satoru pulls out of her mouth and maneuvers her, so she is facing Suguru with her ass to Satoru.

"Fuck, ya do feel like a dream. Should have known with how sweet you taste." He slides into her, and the moan punches her in the throat with a vengeance. "Wanna live in this pussy," he babbles.

Suguru brushes the hair out of her face and kisses her softly. Much softer than the one they shared earlier. Her body hums in pleasure. "I want you," he says. "Can I have you?"

He's asking that now?

Satoru slides a hand around and plays with her clit. She squeezes her eyes shut. The pleasure is too much. She wants to run. She wants to stay. Suguru kisses her again before urging her to take him into her mouth.

"Don't come in her."

"That's not up to you."

Suguru threads his fingers through her hair and grabs a fistful. She gags as he pushes her head further down. Satoru's hips snap into her and then stops. She breathes through her nose and pulls back enough to look up.

Oh.

She blinks.

Suguru grips the back of Satoru's head with his other hand. For a moment she wonders if they forgot about her, but Satoru nips Suguru's lip. The red gleams under the harsh light. Suguru licks at the blood coating his lips.

"Sugr—"

"We'll talk later." Suguru glances down at her. "If I had my phone, I'd take a picture of you with my cock between your lips."

Kagome glares at him, but it lacks all the heat, with her hand wrapped around his cock, and Satoru thrusting from behind. She whines, her throat just a bit raw. "Glad you two—ah!" she swallows the moan. "Made up."

Suguru laughs and then pushes his cock past her lips once more. "Something like that." His legs tremble as he fucks her mouth. Satoru says something, but she can't hear him over her muffled moans and Suguru's. He shoots his come down her mouth, his cock twitching as he spends himself inside of her.

Some of it leaks out, but she swipes it up with her tongue.

"Satoru," Suguru warns, but he's clearly out of breath as he caresses the side of her face.

"Not up to you," Satoru quips, gripping her hips. "Come on Gome-chan, where do you want it?"

Where does she want it?

"I'm on birth control," she says, slightly stunned by her own admission. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. She can still taste the slightly salty taste of Suguru.

"Oho," Satoru says, "Hear that Suguru, looks like Gome-chan wants me to fill her up." He lifts one of her legs and she has to hold on to Suguru. "Damn, you're flexible."

"Look at me," Suguru commands, taking her lips once more. Her body wants to give out. She's lost track of how many orgasms she's had now. Satoru pounds into her, while holding her leg up. He reaches places within her she didn't even know could be reached.

He comes, and like magic, Satoru's orgasm triggers her own.

She. Is. Spent.

Satoru eases her leg down but makes no move to pull out. Kagome lifts her head and turns to look back at him. His sunglasses fell back on his face, hiding his eyes from view.

"Give me a moment," he breathes. "That was..." he trails off. His mind must be as jumbled up as hers.

"So about staying the night," Suguru says, because he isn't really asking her, that much she can tell. She suspects he already has an overnight bag packed and probably chilling in the closet.

"Yes, you can spend the night." She rolls her eyes and shivers when Satoru pulls out. "But I need another bath."

"And this couch is too small," Satoru says. "Got any extra bedding?"

"I do?" Satoru is staying too? She worries her bottom lip. Now what? Thank them for the mind-blowing sex? Suguru pokes her forehead.

"Stop overthinking it." He stands and picks her up. "The extra bedding is in the upstairs closet by the bathroom," Suguru says, heading towards the stairs.

"You've been snooping?" She pokes Suguru's chest.

"Do you want it in the ass next?"

Her mouth drops. How can he just come out and ask that?

"Kami, you're cute. It's no wonder Satoru is obsessed as I am."

Kagome looks back at Satoru, walking behind them. He pushes his sunglasses up and winks. Her face burns.

Day by day. She can do that. No problem.


A/N: Happy New Year! Even though is the last update for 2023 lol. Am I going to ignore the smut I just wrote? Yes. lmao.

"Could Suguru have tempted Kagome to the dark side?" - I think he could have by making it seem like certain people were bad. Kind of like how Naraku for awhile was able to trick Sango.

"Do I think Toji's worm was the straw that broke Geto?"- It definitely didn't help since he was running off of seeing Riko get shot and Satoru was possibly dead too.

"Forthright still writes fanfic"- I'll have to check out their published works. If I go down that route, then I need like a really cool pen name lol.

"Is Geto above baby trapping Kagome?"- I don't think so, but he is above getting her drunk since he wants her to want him.

"Do I think Geto neutralized some threats to Gojo?"- No, only because I can't think of anyone that would have gone after Gojo. But, I think Geto having people come to his temple with their curses, helped Gojo in a roundabout way. Geto wasn't really killing a bunch of non-sorcerers. He was using them to get more curses for his 'army' which gave jujutsu sorcerers less curses to exorcise.

"Geto is the king of rizz"- Geto's gaslightlighting is on a thousand. He gaslit Kagome and Gojo in this chapter.

As always, take care of yourselves! I know with the new year, we like to set big goals. I would highly suggest choosing one big goal to work towards and allowing the momentum of that to snowball into completing smaller goals. I have a one-night stand fic that I am hoping to write in 2024, but first at least one story needs to be complete before I do. Stay safe. Drink your water. And if you go out for New Year, try to be aware of your surroundings. Here's to more fics in 2024.