TW: Blood and Injuries
A/N at the end of the chapter
CHAPTER 27
POV: Satoru Gojo
"It's not that hard, Suzue, come on."
Satoru let out an exaggerated sigh, the sound long and theatrical, as the mental connection between him and Suzue snapped.
"Two minutes. I gave her two minutes." That's all he'd promised her. Two minutes without Limitless, two minutes to let her handle it on her own. But already, he could feel the unmistakable tug of Suzue burning through his cursed energy reserves at an alarming rate. It was becoming more intense by the second, almost as if she were testing how quickly she could drain him. The sensation was familiar by now—an all-too-common blend of frustration, exasperation, and just a hint of amused resignation.
The problem wasn't the amount of cursed energy—Satoru had more than enough to power a small army of sorcerers if needed. The real issue was the way Suzue was using it. There was no sense of control, no thought to pacing or conservation. She wielded cursed energy like a blunt weapon, a hammer that smashed through everything in its path. Every blow she threw was powerful, yes, but reckless. It was going to backfire on her. And now, she wasn't just using her own energy. She was tapping into his.
"She never listens-" he thought with a smirk, sidestepping another flaming punch as the fire roared to life around him.
This recklessness wasn't sustainable. And in a fight like this—against a special grade curse that had split itself into multiple bodies—it could cost her everything. Might have been endearing in other situations, but here? It was dangerous.
To her.
Somewhere in the cursed village, beyond the fog that dulled his Six Eyes, he could feel her. He could sense the strain in her movements, the exhaustion creeping into her attacks. She was pushing herself to the limit, as she always did. But this time, she was dragging him along for the ride.
That was Suzue. Elegant in everything she did outside of combat, but once the fight started? She was a wrecking ball—unstoppable, blunt, and absolutely lacking in finesse. It wasn't a lack of skill—far from it. She was powerful, capable, and determined. But Suzue always fought like she had nothing to lose, like the only way to win was to burn everything to the ground and see what was left.
Satoru admired that about her. But he also hated it.
"She's like a wildfire…" he thought, weaving effortlessly through another barrage of attacks. "Burning everything in her path without a damn care in the world."
Even Satoru had to admit that the temperature was becoming a bit much. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, soaking into his shirt as the fake Suzue's relentless attacks pressed closer. The flames crackled, the cursed energy around them swirling with raw power, and Satoru felt the temperature spike again. The humidity was stifling, wrapping around him like a thick blanket, suffocating and relentless.
He ran a hand through his white hair, the strands clinging to his forehead from the oppressive heat surrounding him. Another fiery strike tore through the air, searing the space mere inches from his face. Satoru barely blinked, though he could feel the singe creeping ever closer. His body twisted out of the way, his movements fluid and graceful, but the intensity of the heat was becoming harder to ignore.
Satoru couldn't help but roll his eyes again, pushing strands of damp hair back from his forehead. The fire was becoming more than just a nuisance. It was becoming a real problem. He could feel it now—the flames licking at the edges of his clothes, the heat searing closer to his skin. The edges of his shirt were already starting to smolder, small wisps of smoke rising from the fabric.
The fight was dragging on far too long.
The curse he was facing had assumed Suzue's form, mimicking her movements with unnerving accuracy, but it was still just a shadow of the original. The real body of the curse, the core of its power, was somewhere else—out there with the real Suzue, locked in her own fight. No matter how many times Satoru destroyed this imitation, it would reform, pulling itself together from the cursed fog that clung to the battlefield like a living, breathing thing. Until the core was obliterated, this skirmish would never truly end.
"Turn her to water, she reforms. Reduce her to a puddle, she reforms. What's next, evaporating into the atmosphere and raining back down on me?" The thought nearly made him laugh as he sidestepped another fiery punch, his body moving in a blur, effortlessly slipping out of the imitation's reach. It was becoming tedious—this endless cycle of destruction and regeneration. Each time he knocked her down, she came back fiercer, more determined.
The fake Suzue's flaming fist slammed into the ground where he'd been standing moments before, sending up a shower of dirt, flame, and embers. Satoru reappeared several feet away, arms crossed, letting out an exaggerated sigh. «And here I thought you'd at least mix it up a bit.» he mused, watching with a faint smirk as the imitation straightened, her red eyes locking onto him once more. «But no, it's all fists and fire with you, isn't it?»
He took a moment to glance around at the battlefield. The environment had transformed into a burning wasteland. Trees were reduced to charred husks. Rocks that had once dotted the landscape were cracked and smoldering. Even the cursed energy in the air seemed to flicker with heat, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. Everything within sight was on fire, consumed by the relentless onslaught of cursed flames.
The air shimmered with heatwaves, the ground cracking beneath the intense weight of the flames. Every step the fake Suzue took left smoldering footprints, her cursed energy blazing with a ferocity that was becoming harder to ignore. Satoru could feel the pressure building now. The battlefield was a furnace.
"She's consistent, I'll give her that." The thought came with a wry smile as he dodged yet another strike, the flames licking dangerously close to his skin. "Honestly, she should come with a warning label—'May cause spontaneous combustion of all nearby objects.'" He chuckled softly, but the joke was losing its charm.
Her attacks were faster, more aggressive, and the flames she controlled were burning hotter with every passing second. She wasn't holding back now—every punch was a storm of fire, each burst of cursed energy more violent than the last. It was almost like watching the real Suzue when she was in particular bad mood—focused, unrelenting, and absolutely willing to burn everything to the ground if that's what it took to win.
'
Another punch. Another wave of fire. Another close call.
"She's definitely pushing her limits." His eyes narrowed slightly as yet another fiery strike came dangerously close, the heat rolling off the punch singeing the edge of his uniform. "Just like the real Suzue, I guess."
Satoru could feel it more with every second—the strain Suzue was under. She was burning through his cursed energy reserves at an alarming rate, using it without regard for the consequences.
He dodged another flaming punch with a flourish, his body twisting gracefully out of harm's way.
«Hey!» he called out, his voice carrying a teasing lilt as he ducked under a wild swing from the fake Suzue. «You ever think about, I don't know, not turning the battlefield into a complete inferno? It's getting a little too warm over here.» He danced back, his movements effortless, as the imitation charged at him once more. «No? Just me?» He smirked, dodging her strikes with an ease that would have been insulting if the fake Suzue had the capacity for humiliation.
Satoru leaped back just in time, the ground where they stood erupting in a fiery explosion. The force of it rippled outward, scorching the earth and sending debris flying into the air like shrapnel. He glanced down at his sleeve, now singed at the edges, smoke trailing lazily from the charred fabric.
He raised an eyebrow. "Well, this is getting out of hand." As amusing as it was to watch, even Satoru could feel the shift in the battle. The temperature had skyrocketed, the air around them becoming thick. The cursed fog surrounding them only made it worse, amplifying the fake Suzue's cursed technique and giving the flames more cursed energy to burn.
His muscles tensed as he sidestepped another strike, the flames creeping closer with each blow. It wasn't that he couldn't handle it—he could. But he couldn't use Infinity or Limitless yet—not until the two minutes he had promised Suzue were up. That meant relying solely on his physical abilities, his reflexes, and his speed.
Not that it was an issue, of course. Satoru was fast enough to handle it. But still, the ever-increasing intensity of the flames was becoming… inconvenient.
Another punch came crashing down, and this time, Satoru barely managed to avoid it. The edge of his shirt caught fire, the flames licking hungrily at the fabric as he twisted away.
"Great, I'm going to need a new shirt after this."
He couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. This was Suzue—utterly chaotic. And she was starting to push even him. For the first time in a while, Satoru found himself having to focus just a bit more, if only to avoid getting scorched.
«Alright, Suzue.» he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the battlefield. The flames surrounded him, twisting and writhing like living creatures, feeding off the cursed energy that permeated the air. «You've officially made things interesting.»
Then it happened.
The shift in the air was almost imperceptible at first, but Satoru's instincts flared, his Six Eyes picking up the violent surge of energy before he could fully process it. The pressure around them spiked, the heat becoming unbearable as the fake Suzue drew back, her body trembling with the effort of holding so much cursed energy.
In the blink of an eye, the shockwave hit.
Hard.
The explosion of steam, debris, and cursed energy ripped through the battlefield, tearing apart everything in its path. It was sudden, violent, completely overwhelming. The ground beneath him cracked and shattered, sending rocks and dirt flying into the air as the shockwave rippled outward.
Instinctively, Satoru reacted. He didn't think, didn't calculate—there was no time. In a fraction of a second, Infinity snapped into place, the invisible barrier forming around him, shielding him from the full brunt of the attack.
The world slowed to a crawl. He stood in the eye of the storm, his surroundings twisting and warping in slow motion. Flames, debris, and cursed energy rushed past him. He was untouchable, standing perfectly still as the chaos raged around him.
Satoru exhaled softly, his lips curling into a faint smirk as the shockwave passed. The battlefield was a ruin now, charred and broken. The ground was scorched black, the flames slowly dying out in the aftermath of the attack. But the fake Suzue... Was nowhere to be seen. Not just knocked down, not simply reformed—she had evaporated.
She was simply gone.
For the first time in what felt like hours, the battlefield fell into a deep, eerie silence. The flames still crackled around him, the air still thick with heat, but the tension was gone. Satoru blinked, staring at the empty space where the fake Suzue had once stood. «Well, that was fun.» He muttered to himself, the faintest hint of amusement in his voice.
He waited for a moment, half-expecting her to reappear in a burst of fire and water, but… nothing. The flames still burned around him, but the cursed spirit was gone. For real this time. No reforming puddle. No fiery cute little fists flying at his face.
Satoru raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening slightly. "Well, well, well." He let out a low whistle, the sound carrying through the now quiet battlefield. "Looks like Suzue actually pulled it off." With a flick of his wrist, he deactivated Infinity, the invisible barrier dissipating around him. «I knew she could do it.»
Whatever had caused that shockwave—whatever big final move Suzue had made—it had worked. Satoru couldn't help but feel a small pang of pride. She did it. Despite her reckless use of cursed energy, despite the chaos she had unleashed, she had won. "Guess I'll have to congratulate her once this is over." he mused, a smirk tugging at his lips. "But seriously, Suzue… could you be any worse at managing cursed energy? I'll never let you live this one down."
The night was eerily silent, the air was still thick with the residual heat of Suzue's flames, but as the shockwave from her final attack had cleared the cursed fog. Satoru stood at the edge of the destruction, his Six Eyes now finally working in perfect harmony with the darkness that surrounded him.
And then, through the smoke and rubble, he locked onto a faint pulse of cursed energy.
"There."
Suzue.
Weak, barely hanging on, but still there.
Satoru's expression shifted from amusement to concern, his smile fading. «Shit.» he muttered, his tone losing its playfulness. «Guess I'd better get to her before she actually burns out.»
In the next instant, he was gone, his figure vanishing into the wind as he sped toward the source of Suzue's fading energy, his heart pounding with something he rarely felt—
Worry.
Satoru's feet hit the ground with a quiet thud, and the world seemed to still as he took in the scene. Smoke and ash from Suzue's final, desperate attack hung heavily in the air, swirling like a ghostly veil over the battlefield. The landscape was a graveyard of destruction—jagged craters, splintered trees, fractured earth. What had once been a fragile reminder of her childhood, a standing remnant of the cursed village, had been utterly decimated. Now, only smoldering ruins remained.
His gaze swept over the wreckage, searching for any sign of movement. Somewhere amidst the debris and the charred remains of the place she had called home—Suzue.
Satoru's lips quirked up into a faint smirk, though a touch of worry pulled at his expression. «Well, this is a fine mess you've made.» he muttered under his breath, the words tinged with a mix of admiration and exasperation. Even as concern gnawed at him, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement. «Kind of charming, honestly. She really doesn't hold back, huh?» He let out a soft chuckle, his gaze drifting over the ruins. «And hey-» he mused, his eyes scanning the aftermath with a hint of pride. «If you're going to borrow my cursed energy, might as well make it spectacular.»
But the flicker of pride was quickly overshadowed by something far more pressing. Her cursed energy was fading, fast. Too fast. The playful smirk slipped from his face, replaced by a sharper focus. "Where the hell is she?" he thought, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the scene more intently. He shifted his attention to the riverbank, where the dark water rippled ominously in the moonlight.
His instincts flared. There—beneath the cold, rippling surface of the river, Suzue's energy flickered weakly. Submerged, unmoving. Suzue hadn't surfaced yet, and that wasn't a good sign. His chest clenched, urgency rising.
Satoru took a step toward the water's edge, his senses on high alert. But just as he moved, he felt it—a strange, unsettling pulse of cursed energy. Not Suzue's. Something else. Something wrong.
He stopped in his tracks, his attention snapping to a figure emerging from the shadows just beyond the river.
There it was.
The special-grade curse.
The entity staggered forward, disoriented from the shockwave of Suzue's final attack. Her movements were sluggish, unsteady—barely able to hold herself together. Her body, composed almost entirely of water, was struggling to maintain its form. With each step, she left a trail of water behind her, small pools collecting where her feet touched the ground. The cursed energy that coursed through her form was in complete disarray, spilling out like steam from a broken pipe, as if even the essence of her being was losing its structure.
Her translucent, drowned-corpse-like skin gleamed faintly in the moonlight, giving her an ethereal, yet monstrous appearance. Long tendrils of dark blue hair clung wetly to her back, trailing behind her like seaweed. Her eyes—pale, pupil-less orbs—stared ahead, empty and lifeless, though fear flickered within them, barely noticeable beneath the haze of her weakened state.
Satoru's gaze sharpened as he watched her struggle. "It's barely holding together." The curse was on the verge of collapse, her cursed energy spiraling out of control, unable to focus or sustain itself. Her movements were no longer precise but erratic, a far cry from the terrifying presence she had been just moments ago. But even in this pitiful state, she was still dangerous, still a threat. And worse—her gaze was fixed on the spot where Suzue had fallen.
«Oh, I dare you.» His voice was dangerously calm, each word laced with quiet menace.
His mind already calculated the quickest way to finish her off, an exorcism that would leave no trace. One quick move, and then he could focus on getting Suzue out of the river before—
The curse, despite her state, still had enough presence of mind to recognize him, and the moment her dull, pale eyes found his figure, a spark of fear flickered through them. She knew what he was. Knew what he was capable of. Her head jerked back in alarm, her form swaying more violently as she attempted to focus on him.
Without hesitation, the curse turned and bolted, her movements frantic. Water sloshed from her form with each step, her body leaving a messy trail as she staggered toward the riverbank. She was falling apart, and she knew it.
She dove headfirst into the dark water, her body merging seamlessly with the current. The ripples spread outward in a perfect circle, her form distorting and sinking deeper into the depths before Satoru could react.
He rolled his eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, come on. Typical."
For a moment, he considered chasing it down—diving into the freezing water and dragging the curse out by the hair. But that would take time, and right now, there was something much more important than the cursed spirit.
«Suzue first.» he muttered under his breath, already moving. «The curse can wait.»
The moment stretched, his amusement was long gone. The cursed energy beneath the surface of the river was flickering weakly, barely perceptible, and Satoru's sharp focus, honed by his Six Eyes, zeroed in on it immediately. For a fleeting second, he remained frozen, watching the ripples in the water, as if expecting Suzue to resurface on her own.
But nothing happened.
She was still under. Not moving.
"Come on, Suzue." She was strong, tough as nails, always pushing through, always pulling herself back up. He had seen her tear through a special-grade curse with a fury and power that even surprised him. Surely, she was just gathering her strength, taking a second to catch her breath before she emerged, ready to throw another fiery punch.
But as the seconds dragged on. There was no sign of her—no splash, no gasp for air, just the dark water swallowing her presence.
He felt a jolt in his chest, something that went beyond the usual worry. The idea of her being hurt—like really hurt—unnerved him more than he wanted to admit. "Sorry Suzue, no more waiting."
'
Without a second thought, Satoru crouched down at the river's edge and plunged his arm into the freezing water. The cold bit into his skin, but it was nothing compared to the icy chill that settled in his chest when his fingers finally brushed against her limp form.
«Found you.» he whispered, his voice unusually soft, almost relieved.
With a swift, effortless pull, Satoru dragged Suzue's body from the river, water streaming off her soaked clothes as she collapsed onto the muddy shore like a broken doll. Her body was small, fragile in a way that belied the strength she had shown moments earlier. The sorcerer who had just incinerated a special-grade curse with raw power now looked like she could break apart at any second.
Alive. That much was obvious. But badly injured. The relief that washed over him was palpable, though he wouldn't dare let it show.
He crouched beside her, his Six Eyes scanning her condition with a precision that should have reassured him. Her injuries were bad, but not lethal. She would survive this, he told himself.
Her arm was a mess.—probably from the impact of the shockwave. It bored the marks of the flames she had conjured, her own cursed energy scorching her in the process. Her leg—that damn leg—was still bleeding, soaking into the fabric of her uniform, staining the earth beneath her.
There were other injuries too—bruises, abrasions from the shockwave of the explosion. Nothing as severe as the leg or the arm, but enough to make Satoru frown.
Yet, despite the severity of her wounds, something caught his attention. He leaned in closer, watching in surprise as the edges of her worst injuries—the leg wound, the burns on her arm—began to slowly, painstakingly, knit themselves back together. It wasn't fast, but it was happening. "The wound... it's healing." Her cursed energy was working to mend the damage, even if at a sluggish pace.
His eyes widened, the curiosity evident on his face. «She's using Reverse Cursed Technique?» He muttered to himself, brows furrowing. «When did she pick that up?»
Suzue had a habit of surprising him, but this? This was new.
Satoru studied her for a moment, his mind racing. The Reverse Cursed Technique wasn't something you just stumbled upon—it took skill, mastery, time. Sure, there were exceptions—himself, of course—but this? Suzue was using it unconsciously, her cursed energy instinctively mending the most severe damage. It didn't make sense. When had she learned to control it at this level?
He made a mental note: Interrogate her about this later.
His hand moved on its own, brushing a few damp strands of hair away from her face. The gesture was far more tender than he intended, and for a brief second, he imagined her reaction if she were awake. She always blushed when he touched her, when he teased her. If she were conscious right now, she'd probably turn redder than the flames she had summoned, stammering some protest, but all the while, she'd secretly be glad for the closeness.
«Well, Suzue.» he whispered, his thumb grazing her cheek with surprising gentleness, «You really know how to make an impression. Subtlety isn't exactly your thing, huh?»
He sighed, but this time it wasn't for show. It was real. Too real. Satoru leaned back on his heels, his gaze lingering on her pale face, lips tinged slightly blue from the cold river water. An absurd thought crossed his mind, and he almost chuckled despite the situation. "Do I need to do the whole mouth-to-mouth thing?" He chuckled softly, shaking his head. Suzue would probably kill him if she woke up to find him doing something that dramatic, but the thought of her reaction brought a smile to his face.
But the truth was, he didn't like seeing her like this.
He wasn't sure who he was angry at—her for being so reckless, or himself for letting her get to this point. Satoru liked to play it cool, to act like nothing ever got under his skin, but this? This was different. Losing her wasn't an option. "I'm really gone, aren't I?"
Satoru shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. No need to let her know how close she'd come to scare the hell out of him.
'
His gaze drifted to the ruins of her village, now little more than ash and rubble. The buildings, the memories she had fought so hard to protect, were gone. Even the places she had hoped to save had been swallowed by the flames, consumed by the destruction of the battle.
«Yeah... she's definitely not going to be happy about this.» Satoru winced, already picturing the look on her face when she saw what had become of her home. «No need to rush that realization.» The last thing she needed was to wake up to the sight of her home reduced to cinders.
With a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, Satoru reached into his pocket and pulled out his sunglasses. They were his usual pair, oversized and flashy, and without hesitation, he carefully slipped them over Suzue's face. The image was ridiculous—she looked absurd with his giant shades perched on her nose, but it was better than letting her see the devastation right away.
Satoru leaned back, shaking his head with a small smirk. "You look ridiculous, you know that? But hey, it's a look." He grinned, shaking his head as he stood up, glancing around at the flaming ruins one last time. The cursed spirit had fled, but it wouldn't stay gone for long. He'd deal with that later.
Suzue's leg wound continued to heal, but not fast enough for his liking. He could sense her cursed energy waning—it was working overtime to repair the damage, but she was running on fumes. Right now, she needed rest, warmth, and some care—care he was more than willing to give, even if he'd never say it outright.
Letting out a long, dramatic sigh, Satoru bent down and carefully scooped Suzue up into his arms. Her body was cold and fragile, shivering faintly against him as exhaustion weighed her down. He cradled her effortlessly, glancing down at her sleeping face. For a moment, a memory of something he had said earlier in the mission crossed his mind.
«See? I did say I'd end up carrying you princess-style by the end of this.» he muttered, shaking his head with a chuckle. «Not quite how I imagined it, though.»
He glanced down at her sleeping face, his expression softening as he held her a little closer. Cute, even like this. Especially like this. «Always making me clean up after you, huh?» he whispered, his voice quieter now, filled with a fondness he rarely allowed himself to show. «You know, I really wouldn't mind the whole mouth-to-mouth thing, but hey I'm such a gentleman.»
She'd wake up soon enough, and when she did, she was going to have questions. Questions about the fight. About the curse. About her village. And, knowing Suzue, she'd probably scold him for carrying her like this. "And definitely about the sunglasses too." Satoru thought with a smirk.
And maybe, just maybe, he'd finally get to teach her how to manage cursed energy like a responsible sorcerer she was supposed to be.
'
Just as Satoru adjusted Suzue in his arms, preparing to leave the ruins behind, a faint sound reached his ears. Her lips, pale and trembling, parted slightly, and a barely audible whisper escaped.
«Killed... everyone...»
He stood there, perfectly still, his usual carefree demeanor barely slipping away as her words sank in.
Slowly, methodically, the fragments he had gathered over time—the small, seemingly insignificant details, the cryptic comments from Sukuna, and Suzue's own guarded behavior—started to form a picture. The fire, the destruction of her clan, her fear of losing control. Small details.
She didn't just survive that night. She had caused it.
Satoru closed his eyes briefly, drawing in a deep breath. He wasn't surprised, not really—he had started to suspect something like this the moment they set foot in that damn village, had run through all the scenarios in his mind, had let the seeds of doubt take root after Sukuna's sinister insinuations, a gnawing at the back of his mind. Her cursed technique, her power—it was volatile, dangerous, and there had always been something buried deep in her past that she refused to confront.
It was almost a relief to finally confirm what he had suspected.
He wasn't thinking about the act itself. No, what concerned him now was Suzue's reaction. How will she handle it?
Would she blame herself? Probably. Would she retreat into that guilt, let it consume her? Definitely.
Satoru glanced down at her sleeping face, his expression unreadable. The slight furrow of her brow, the faint tremble of her lips—she was already starting to confront it, even in her unconscious state.
He wasn't sure how to help her through it—not yet. But he'd be damned if he didn't try. A faint sigh escaped his lips, and he shook his head. "What a mess."
Suzue's head shifted slightly against his chest, her expression tightening in pain. The words were fragile, broken, as if they were being pulled from some deep, half-conscious place within her. Her brow furrowed, and she let out a soft, shuddering breath.
«Tora...?»
POV: Suzue Kujou
Suzue blinked, her vision hazy, struggling to pierce through the black expanse filled with flickering flames. She could feel the echo of the river's cold pull on her skin, as if she were still drowning, yet now the fire that surrounded her was warm, almost comforting. The fire, crackling at the edges of the dark world, didn't burn her. It danced in the shadows, familiar, gentle, and strangely protective.
The flames... why didn't they hurt? Why did they feel so... safe?
"What was I doing?"
"Why am I hurt?"
Confusion settled into Suzue's bones. Her mind tried to grasp the reality of the moment, her thoughts swirling like smoke, disjointed and slipping away. There was pain—distant, dull—aching in her side, like a bruise she couldn't remember receiving. Her uniform was torn, caked with dried blood, but the sensation of hurt felt almost foreign, like it belonged to someone else.
"What happened? How did I get here?"
She winced, gingerly touching her leg where the ache lingered. Behind her, silhouetted against the black sky, the familiar shape of a shrine loomed. Its outline glowed faintly amidst the flames. The sight tugged at her memory, pulling her back to a time she had buried deep within herself. Her breath caught in her throat. The river… That shrine…
A rush of memories flooded her mind—falling, the cold grip of water dragging her under, and the feeling of being saved by something, someone. The same voice. The voice that had come to her again.
Kaede.
The name echoed in Suzue's mind, and with it, Sukuna's cryptic words whispered back to her. "Now I know exactly where she is."
Her body stiffened, tension creeping into her limbs. Her gaze was drawn toward the shrine, the flames wrapping around its walls like serpents. "Is Kaede inside? Could she be there, waiting?" The fire reflected in Suzue's wide, red eyes, flickering like a thousand secrets. The shrine's presence felt like a magnet, pulling her closer. She hesitated, heart pounding in her chest, uncertainty gnawing at her.
"Should I go in?"
Everything inside her screamed to turn back, to retreat. But there was something else—a deep, primal pull that drew her forward. It was as if the shrine itself was calling her, like it held the answers she had been searching for all along.
Her feet moved before she had even made a decision. The flames flickered around her, bright but harmless, illuminating her path as if guiding her. With each step, the world around her seemed to bend and twist, as though she was walking deeper into a memory she couldn't fully recall. She reached out, fingers brushing against the wooden beam at the entrance to the shrine. The flames licked at her hand but did not burn. They were hers, after all, or perhaps she was theirs—a vessel.
"There's no turning back now." She thought as she crossed the threshold.
'
Inside, the shrine was dim, the walls illuminated only by the soft, flickering flames that crept up from the floor. Suzue's breath caught in her throat.
There she was.
Sitting serenely in the center of the room, surrounded by a circle of fire, Kaede's face was bathed in the warm glow of the flames, her expression calm and distant, like she was a part of the fire itself. The striking resemblance between them sent a chill down Suzue's spine, despite the warmth of the flames. They looked nearly identical, like reflections of each other—two sides of the same coin.
But where Suzue had the soft, youthful features of a woman still caught in her early adulthood, Kaede was different. Her long, black hair flowed down her back, reaching nearly to the floor, thick and gleaming in the firelight. She wore traditional black and crimson ceremonial robes, rich with intricate patterns, making her look like she had stepped straight out of another era.
The air of maturity and power she exuded was palpable—almost suffocating. Her red eyes, the same deep color as Suzue's, held a wisdom that spoke of countless lifetimes. They stared back at Suzue, calm, knowing, as if Kaede had been expecting this meeting all along.
Suzue's heart thudded in her chest as she stared at Kaede, a sinking feeling building in her stomach. The room was painfully familiar. Suzue knew this place. It was the same room from her visions, from the haunting memories that plagued her dreams. The same room where Kaede had appeared in her memories, locked within this shrine—always calm, always waiting.
But now, as she looked closer, something else caught her attention.
Bones… Human bones, scorched by the fire, left in the wake of destruction.
The bones scattered across the floor, half-hidden beneath the flames, sent a cold shiver through her despite the heat surrounding her.
Suzue's stomach twisted, but she couldn't stop herself from moving closer to Kaede. Her body felt heavy, weighed down by the knowledge that had started to settle deep within her. She lowered herself to the ground, her legs folding beneath her, eyes never leaving Kaede's face. The world outside—the flames, the shrine, the destruction—faded into insignificance. It was just the two of them now.
Kaede's face was eerily calm, as if she had witnessed centuries of suffering and yet remained untouched by it. Suzue's breath hitched as she stared into those red eyes that mirrored her own, seeing something ancient, unyielding, and terrifying in its serenity. She looked impossibly distant, watching the world from her shrine, untouched by time.
Her thoughts churned. This woman—Kaede—had been the voice that saved her, the presence that had lingered in her memories, in her nightmares. Now, sitting before her, she felt more real than ever. Yet, at the same time, Suzue couldn't shake the feeling that Kaede had always been there, a part of her, hidden just beneath the surface.
Kaede's lips curled into the faintest smile, her gaze never leaving Suzue's. The calmness in her eyes was unnerving, as if she knew something Suzue didn't.
Finally, Suzue's voice broke the silence, though it came out softer than she intended, trembling with the weight of everything she had been holding back. «You... You're Kaede, aren't you?»
Kaede's eyes met hers, and for the briefest moment, Suzue thought she saw something in them—recognition, yes, but also something deeper. Something ancient. Kaede smiled, but it was small, barely touching her eyes, and it carried with it a weight that made Suzue's heart tighten.
«Yes.» She replied, her voice soft, almost maternal.
Yet, despite its softness, it carried a power that reverberated through Suzue's bones.
Her hands trembled in her lap, and she clenched them into fists, trying to ground herself, to focus on the moment. But the questions, the doubts, the confusion—everything had been building inside her for so long, and now it was all crashing down at once. Suzue could feel the heat of the flames, but it didn't burn. Neither the fire nor Kaede's piercing gaze harmed her. If anything, they felt... protective. Comforting, in a way that only deepened her unease.
«I... I don't understand...» Suzue admitted «What do you want from me?» her voice cracked under the weight of the question. She hadn't planned to ask it so directly, but everything—her memories, the visions, Sukuna's cryptic words—they had all led her here, to this moment, they had piled up inside her until it finally spilled over.
Kaede's calm, unblinking gaze never wavered. There was no impatience, no frustration in her expression—only that same serene stillness. And yet, Suzue felt the tension within herself rise. How could she remain so calm while she was unraveling?
«What do you want from me?» Suzue repeated, her voice louder now, more desperate. She leaned forward slightly, her hands gripping her knees as if to steady herself. «I've been seeing your memories, feeling things that aren't mine, living through your life—why? What do you want from me?»
Kaede blinked, her expression unchanged. It was like speaking to a mountain—immovable, unyielding, eternal. Suzue's heart raced in her chest, her pulse a chaotic drumbeat against the stillness of the shrine. Her fingers twitched with the urge to lash out, to shake Kaede into responding, into giving her something—anything—that made sense.
«What about Sukuna?» Suzue continued, her voice shaking with pent-up emotion. «He said he knew exactly where you were-no. Hell, he knew you were here, wherever here is. He spoke of you as though he understood our connection—like I was some... part of you. What am I to you?» Her words came out in a rush, her frustration blending with desperation. «And that night...»
Kaede's calm expression faltered ever so slightly at the mention of Sukuna, a flicker of something darker crossing her features before she masked it again. But she didn't speak. Suzue's heart pounded. The tension between them thickened, as if the very air of the shrine had become suffocating.
Suzue swallowed hard, the next question lingering on her lips—one she had avoided for so long. But she couldn't hold it back any longer. Her voice broke as she finally gave life to the words that had haunted her nightmares.
«The night my clan... my family...» Her throat tightened, her voice cracking as the question finally forced its way out. «Was it you? Or...»
The words hung in the air between them, heavy and suffocating. Suzue's chest tightened as she held her breath, waiting for Kaede's reaction. The question wasn't complete—she hadn't even been able to fully voice the horrors that had plagued her nightmares—but Kaede would understand. She had to.
Kaede's gaze shifted, her eyes narrowing slightly as though considering Suzue's question. A moment passed, then another. And finally, Kaede spoke, her voice low and steady, yet it seemed to echo in the small space.
«I have done nothing.» Kaede replied, her voice as smooth and composed as ever. «I cannot leave this place. Even if I wished to.»
Suzue blinked, her mind scrambling to make sense of Kaede's words. «What do you mean, you've done nothing?» she whispered, her voice shaky, barely audible. «You've been inside my mind, in my memories. You've been with me even then—you saved me... haven't you?»
Kaede tilted her head, her expression almost pitying. «I did, but it is you who sought me out.» she said simply.
«What?» Suzue's breath caught in her throat, her thoughts scrambling to make sense of the words. «No. No, I didn't—»
«You did.» Kaede's gaze locked onto hers, and her voice was quiet but unyielding. «You called for help when you were drowning. I simply answered.»
The words hit Suzue like a punch to the gut. She froze, her body going rigid as the memory resurfaced. The river—dark and cold, pulling her under, swallowing her whole. She had been so young, so terrified. And that voice had promised to save her, to protect her.
Her breath came in short, shallow gasps as the truth began to unravel in her mind. She had always thought that Kaede's power had somehow been forced upon her, that the connection between them had been a curse. But this...
«I just unlocked it for you. That power.» Kaede continued, her voice never rising, never falling. «But it was never mine. It was yours.»
'
Her world tilted.
The ground beneath Suzue seemed to shift, the floor of the shrine tilting as the realization crashed down on her like a tidal wave. The power that had destroyed her family, that had torn her world apart—it hadn't been Kaede's. It had been hers all along.
Images from that night flooded her mind, flashes of fire and terror, screams and chaos. She saw it all with painful clarity—the wild, uncontrollable surge of cursed energy that had erupted from her, the flames that had consumed everything in their path. Her family's face, twisted in fear—running, screaming, dying.
They hadn't been running from a curse user. They had been running from her.
Her breath hitched, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She wanted to deny it, wanted to push the memories away, but they were too vivid, too real. The truth was staring her in the face, and she couldn't escape it. Suzue's vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes. Kaede said nothing, her silence only confirming what Suzue had already known deep down.
«I... I was a child-» Suzue's voice cracked, her throat tightening as she forced the words out. «I... killed them?»
Kaede remained silent, her red eyes softening with something akin to understanding, but she didn't offer any comfort. There was no absolution in her gaze, only the weight of the truth that Suzue had to bear.
Suzue's hands shook as she pressed them to her face, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her breath hitched, and a sob escaped her lips, the sound echoing through the silent shrine. She had wanted so desperately to believe that it wasn't her fault, that something—Sukuna, a curse user, hell anyone but her—else had been responsible. But now, faced with the undeniable truth, she could no longer run from it.
«I killed them.» Suzue whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. The words felt like knives, cutting through her with every syllable. «It was me.»
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was Suzue's ragged breathing, her sobs quiet and broken. Kaede said nothing, her gaze unwavering, as if waiting for Suzue to come to terms with the truth on her own. Suzue's shoulders sagged, the weight of her guilt pressing her down. There was no escaping it. She had killed them—her family, her clan. She had lost control, and in doing so, she had destroyed everything she had ever loved.
And the worst part? A part of her had always known. She had suspected it for years, felt it in her bones, but she had been too afraid to confront it. Suzue's body trembled, her hands shaking as she pressed them to her face. Tears spilled from her eyes, hot and unrelenting, but she barely noticed them.
«I-I didn't mean to-» she whispered, her voice raw, desperate. «I didn't mean to kill them... I didn't know...» Her mind raced, spiraling into a vortex of guilt and fear.
What if everyone had known? Sukuna had hinted at it, and Naobito had practically spelled it out for her. And then there was Satoru. A wave of nausea rolled through her at the thought.
Maybe he knew. Maybe he had always known. Maybe he, like everyone else, had suspected the truth and that was why he had kept her close. Had he been waiting for her to lose control again? Watching her every step, suspecting her...
Her stomach churned at the thought, her heart twisting painfully in her chest. If even Satoru knew... If he suspected her too... Did he see her as a monster, too? Did Satoru believe she was capable of this? The thought sent a chill down her spine, colder than anything she had ever felt. If even he knew—if even he thought she was guilty... then what did she have left?
Did he trust her at all? Or was she just another dangerous sorcerer he kept under watch?
Kaede's voice, quiet but unyielding, cut through the storm of Suzue's thoughts. «You asked me to save you. I did. But you were not ready for what came next.»
The memory of the river surged back, Kaede's voice cutting through the darkness as Suzue had fought to breathe, to survive. She had asked for help. She had called out, and Kaede had answered. But the price of that salvation had been her power—the power that had destroyed everything.
Suzue's hands trembled as she pressed them against her knees, struggling to ground herself. She wanted to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all. She had been a child. How could she have known? How could she have controlled that kind of power? But the words wouldn't come.
Her shoulders sagged, a deep, overwhelming exhaustion settling into her bones. She couldn't even find the strength to feel angry anymore. She was just... empty.
'
For a moment, silence reigned. The only sound was the soft crackle of the flames that surrounded them, casting their warm light on Kaede's serene face. Suzue stared at her hands, at the faint traces of the cursed energy that still clung to her skin. She hadn't just killed her family. She had failed them in the worst possible way.
«I don't...» Suzue whispered, her voice breaking. «I don't understand...» Her hands fell limply to her sides as she looked at Kaede, her vision swimming with unshed tears. «Why me? Am I... am I just a vessel?» she asked, her voice hollow. «Is that why all of this has happened? Because I'm... supposed to carry you?»
Kaede's red eyes never left Suzue's as she rose from her seated position, her posture graceful and unhurried, her long hair flowing behind her. She moved like she had all the time in the world, like nothing could disturb her. Suzue felt her chest tighten, unsure if the presence of Kaede was comforting or suffocating.
With a deliberate step, she crossed the small space between them and lowered herself until she was sitting directly in front of Suzue, so close their knees almost touched. The air in the room felt heavier, the flames casting long shadows as Kaede leaned in slightly and, without a word, placed her hand gently on Suzue's chest.
Suzue's breath caught in her throat. The touch wasn't forceful, but it was firm, grounding. Her heartbeat quickened under Kaede's palm, and though the gesture wasn't overtly threatening, it wasn't entirely reassuring either. There was something in it, something unsettling. It felt like Kaede was reaching beyond just the physical—like she was feeling for something deeper inside Suzue, something Suzue herself couldn't grasp.
She didn't know how to react. Was this supposed to calm her? Or was it a warning? A part of her wanted to pull away, to put distance between them, but something held her in place.
Kaede tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing with an almost pitying look. «A vessel?» she asked, as if she wasn't sure herself, her tone enigmatic. «Yes. I suppose you are something more.» Her hand remained where it was, unmoving, as though sealing the truth of her words into Suzue's very soul. «But I did not ask for this.»
Suzue's mind whirred with questions, but she could barely find the strength to ask them. The calmness in Kaede's voice, the certainty of it, seemed to sweep away the chaos inside her. Yet beneath that calm, something darker lurked. Suzue could sense it now—an undercurrent of bitterness, of resentment that Kaede kept hidden beneath her composed surface.
Suzue blinked, her tears falling freely now. The cryptic words only deepened her confusion, but she no longer had the strength to ask for clarification. She was too tired, too broken to keep questioning. She had nothing left.
Kaede leaned forward slightly, her dark gaze piercing as she spoke again. «Right now, you are dying. And once again, I ask you... do you want me to save you?»
Suzue's heart skipped a beat at the question. "Dying?" She hadn't even realized. She had been so immersed in the flames, in the confrontation with Kaede, that the cold from the river had become a distant memory, drowned out by the heat surrounding her in the shrine. But the second Kaede mentioned it, that familiar chill returned, creeping back into her bones.
Dying.
Her pulse quickened, but her limbs felt heavy, her body sluggish. She could feel it now—the icy grip of reality tugging at her, pulling her back to the cold, hard truth. She wasn't in the warmth of this surreal place. She was drowning. She had been in her cursed village, fighting the special-grade curse, battling a cursed imitation of Satoru in the mist. The memory of the freezing water, the struggle for air, the sensation of sinking deeper into the river, all came rushing back, disorienting her.
Maybe... maybe she deserved to die.
The thought crept in slowly, wrapping itself around her heart with chilling finality. After everything she had done... after the destruction she had caused... maybe this was her punishment. Maybe this was her fate. The flames that had burned her world to ashes were now the same flames that offered her peace. Atonement. A way to make it right by letting it all end.
Her mind wavered, teetering on the edge of that dark thought. It would be easier. Easier than facing the truth. Easier than living with the knowledge of what she had done, the knowledge of what she was. The idea of slipping away, of letting go, almost seemed... comforting. Like an escape from the overwhelming guilt that had been gnawing at her soul for so long.
Suzue's pulse slowed, her breath shallow, and for a brief, fleeting moment, she actually considered it—giving in. Letting it end.
No.
She couldn't die. He wouldn't let her. He, with his infuriating smirk, his unyielding confidence, the way he always looked at her like she was more than her mistakes. Like she was worth something.
Even if he suspected—and maybe he did—he had never abandoned her. He had chosen her, and he had trusted her. He was reckless, smug beyond reason, but he had never let her down.
'
«No.» The word came out stronger than she expected. Her voice didn't waver this time. She lifted her head, her resolve hardening as she looked at Kaede with a certainty she hadn't felt in a long time. «I don't need you to save me.»
Kaede's brows furrowed slightly, her calm expression shifting ever so subtly. «You're choosing death?»
She hesitated for a heartbeat, her mind racing, her heart aching with the weight of the decision. But then, clarity swept over her like a cool breeze, clearing the fog of doubt Suzue shook her head. «No.» she replied. «I'm sure someone's already coming for me. I don't need you.»
Kaede's gaze sharpened, her lips parting slightly as she considered Suzue's words. «And you trust this someone?» Kaede murmured, her gaze dropping to where her hand rested over Suzue's heart, her fingers lightly pressing into her skin.
Suzue's heart softened at the thought of him, and a small, determined smile touched Suzue's lips. "Of course." She had always trusted him. «Yes.» she said, her voice filled with quiet conviction. «I trust him.»
Kaede remained silent for a moment, her red eyes studying Suzue with a mix of curiosity and something deeper—something almost like sadness. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter, more subdued, as if she had seen this before, as if she knew how it would end. «I do not trust men.» he shift in her tone was subtle, but it carried a weight that made Suzue's skin prickle.
«My father said he loved me.» Kaede continued, her voice laced with bitterness, «But in the end, he sold me to the Kujous. Tora said he loved me, but in the end, he betrayed me. My brother... my brother said he loved me too, but he killed me. And in doing so, in the end, we cursed each other.»
The venom in Kaede's tone was unmistakable now, a sharp contrast to the serene mask she had worn moments earlier. Suzue's heart skipped a beat. Her brother? Sukuna? Sukuna had killed her? The Sukuna she had seen in her visions, the one who had spoken to her, hadn't seemed like a monster. If anything, he had spoken of Kaede with a strange tenderness.
But this... This wasn't the Sukuna she had seen. The mention of him seemed to tear open an old wound inside Kaede, and for the first time, Suzue saw a glimpse of the storm that raged beneath her calm exterior. It was a deep, festering wound, and the resentment that simmered there was palpable.
Kaede's hand slipped away from Suzue's chest, but the weight of her words remained. Suzue's mind reeled, spinning with the implications of what Kaede had just revealed.
«You... Cursed each other?» Suzue began, her voice trembling with the weight of everything she still didn't understand. What had really happened between them? How had it come to this?
Before she could fully form the question, before she could process the enormity of what Kaede had just confessed, something shifted. Suzue felt it—a sharp, sudden pull, like a force yanking her away from the shrine. Her vision blurred, the flames around her dimming as the world began to shift. Reality was pulling her back—dragging her out of the dark, out of this dreamlike confrontation.
She could feel the cold again—the cold of the river, the weight of her body sinking, the sensation of being pulled upward.
But just before everything faded, just before she was torn away from this place entirely, Suzue caught a glimpse of something she hadn't expected to see.
Kaede's expression shifted, and for the first time, Suzue saw genuine emotion flicker in her eyes—a small, bitter smile tinged with anger and... deep regret. The serene mask had cracked, if only for a moment, revealing the pain and betrayal that still simmered beneath Kaede's composed exterior.
And then everything went dark.
As Suzue's consciousness wavered between the remnants of her battle and the cold that gripped her, the world around her felt blurred, distant. The weight of her body, the heaviness in her limbs, seemed like a punishment, a reminder of everything that had just transpired. Her mind swirled, stuck somewhere between the terrifying realization of Kaede's words and the comforting warmth of the arms holding her.
She wasn't alone.
That warmth—steady, familiar—wrapped around her like a shield against the cold. Even in the haze, she knew exactly who it was. There was only one person whose cursed energy felt like a force of nature, barely contained, like a storm constantly on the verge of breaking.
Satoru.
The name formed in her mind, a faint thread of recognition that brought with it a strange sense of comfort. Even through the fog of exhaustion, she could feel his presence, his cursed energy humming with a chaotic intensity that was uniquely his. It wrapped around her like a shield, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relax into it, to let the warmth of his body anchor her back to reality.
But then, without warning, something else slipped past her lips. Something she hadn't meant to say.
«Tora...?»
The word hung in the air, soft and fragile, like the last breath of a whisper. The moment it escaped her, Suzue felt a pang of confusion. Why had she said that? That name didn't belong to her—not to the person she was now. It wasn't her memory, and yet it had come so naturally, as if it had been waiting beneath the surface all along.
Kaede. Of course. It had to be Kaede. The lines between them had blurred so much—her memories, her emotions—and now, even in this fragile state, Suzue couldn't tell where she ended and Kaede began. She was drowning in it, her mind tangled in confusion, unable to separate her own thoughts from the remnants of Kaede's presence.
The sound of her voice startled her, and for a brief moment, she wondered if Satoru had heard. There was a pause, one just long enough for her to know he had. She braced herself, expecting him to brush it off. But that wasn't Satoru's way. He wasn't going to let anything slide that easily.
«Well, if you're going to insist on nicknames, mine shortens to 'Toru, not 'Tora. Come on, get it right.» Satoru's voice teased, light and sarcastic as always. But there was an undercurrent of something else, something she couldn't quite place.
Suzue's brows furrowed in confusion, but she couldn't help but let a small smile tug at the corners of her lips. Toru. Of course he'd make a joke of it. Even now, in this moment, he managed to make light of everything. It was his way—his shield against the world. And maybe, just maybe, it was the thing she needed right now to anchor her back to herself.
Suzue's body relaxed slightly, the tension in her muscles easing at the sound of his voice. She shifted slightly in his arms, trying to move, but her body was too weak. Her muscles barely responded, and panic flared in the pit of her stomach when she realized she couldn't see anything. Her hands twitched, instinctively reaching for her face, but even that small movement felt impossible.
«Why is it so dark?» she mumbled, her voice rough and cracked, the words thick with confusion and fatigue. The darkness pressed in on her from all sides, swallowing everything. She had no sense of where she was, of what had happened. Was she blind? Had something gone wrong during the fight?
«Oh, yeah. That.» He let out a dramatic sigh, the sound both comforting and ridiculous. «I put my sunglasses on you. Thought you'd look cool, y'know, and I'm nothing if not a fashion consultant.»
Sunglasses. His sunglasses. The realization was slow, but as it sank in, Suzue couldn't help but let out a small, breathy laugh. She could feel the weight on her nose now, the familiar, oversized frames that Satoru always wore. The absurdity of it all—the idea that he'd put those ridiculous sunglasses on her—was enough to break through the confusion for a moment. But beneath the joke, she knew why he'd done it.
He didn't want her to see. The destruction. The aftermath of what she had done during the fight. Her village. It was totally gone, wasn't it? Reduced to nothing, and Satoru was shielding her from it.
Her chest tightened at the thought, but she didn't press the issue. Not now. She was too tired, too drained to argue. Instead, she let out a tired, half-hearted. «Thanks... I guess.»
'
Satoru remained steady beneath her, his hold secure, but even through the haze of half-consciousness, Suzue could feel the tension in him. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there—the slight tightness in his muscles, the way his grip on her shifted just enough to betray a quiet worry he wasn't letting show. Her heart ached at the thought, and for the first time in a long while, she felt small. Fragile. Vulnerable in a way she hadn't allowed herself to be since she was a child. She had lived through so much, carried so many burdens, but now...
«Did you know?» Suzue's voice cracked under the weight of the words, barely more than a whisper. She hated how vulnerable she sounded, how small. But she couldn't hold it in any longer.
Satoru didn't respond immediately, and the silence between them stretched out, thick and heavy. She could feel his grip on her tighten slightly, the way his arms held her just a little closer, as though he was weighing how to answer.
«About me.» Suzue continued, her voice softer now. «About... what I did.»
There it was, laid bare between them. The truth she had been running from. The truth Kaede had confirmed. The truth she couldn't hide from any longer. She didn't have to explain further. He would understand, as he always did.
Suzue's mind raced as the weight of her question hung in the air, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't see his face, couldn't gauge his reaction, and that only made the fear settle deeper, twisting in her stomach like a cold knot. Her hands trembled slightly, her body tense despite the warmth of his arms around her. She wanted to pull away, to distance herself from the answer she feared was coming, but she couldn't. Her body felt too heavy, too exhausted. All she could do was wait, her heart hammering in her chest, her mind swirling with questions she wasn't sure she wanted the answers to.
The silence that followed felt like an eternity. Satoru didn't speak right away, and that only made the panic gnaw at her more. Was he avoiding the question? Was he trying to figure out how to soften the blow? Her mind spiraled into darker thoughts, convinced that this was it—the moment he would confirm her worst fears.
But then, Satoru's grip tightened ever so slightly. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than she expected, laced with an honesty that made her chest tighten. «I had a suspicion.» he admitted, his tone more serious than usual. «Didn't really need the Six Eyes for that one. Call it a hunch. A damn good one, too.»
Suzue's heart sank, the confirmation settling like a stone in her chest. He had known. "Of course he knew," she thought bitterly. "How could he not?" He had seen the signs, maybe even before she had. No... deep down, she had always known that too. Maybe that was why she had been so afraid to ask, afraid to face what had always been lurking beneath the surface.
«I didn't... I lost control.» The panic clawed at her, making her feel smaller, more fragile than she had in years. «Do you...» The next question slipped out involuntarily, her voice barely a whisper. «Do you think I'm a monster?»
For a split second, she thought he might avoid the question altogether. Her hands curled into weak fists, bracing for the answer she feared most.
But Satoru, as always, didn't do what she expected.
He let out a low, soft chuckle. It was the kind of laugh she'd heard from him countless times before—light, teasing—but there was something different in it now. «Well, you know.» His voice was casual, but there was an undercurrent of something heavier, something real. «I killed my... best friend.»
Suzue's breath caught in her throat. The casual tone he used contrasted sharply with the weight of what he'd just said, and it took her a moment to fully process the words. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she turned her head slightly, though she still couldn't see him. «I... What?»
«Yeah. My favorite person in the world.» he continued, his voice still carrying that strange mix of levity and gravity, «One shot. Quick, clean. Did it myself.» He paused, letting the weight of the statement hang between them before adding, «So, if you're a monster, I guess that makes two of us. We can be a matching set. How cute, right?»
Suzue blinked behind the sunglasses, her mind struggling to process what he had just said. For a moment, the absurdity of his response left her speechless. It was so typical of Satoru, turning something heavy into something light, deflecting with humor and dramatics. And yet... there was something deeper beneath his words, something she couldn't ignore.
«I... I'm sorry?» she whispered, her voice shaky as she tried to meet his lighthearted tone.
Satoru let out an exaggerated sigh, the sound deliberately over-the-top. «Well, you know, the world's a messed-up place, right?» he said, leaning back as if recounting an old story. «Sometimes, your best friend turns into the biggest threat to the world, and you have to... take care of it. And then—bam. Dead. Just like that.» His voice grew quieter, almost contemplative, as if he was speaking more to himself than to her. «I've made peace with it. Kind of. Okay, maybe it's the kind of thing that still keeps me up at night. But you know what?» He added, his voice picking up its usual lighthearted lilt again. «We move on. We learn to live with it. We crack a joke, we wear cool sunglasses, and we keep going.»
The way his voice faltered ever so slightly, the way he deflected with humor, it all told her there was more pain behind that memory than he would ever admit. There was so much more to his words than he was letting on—best friend, he had called him, but Suzue could feel that it had been something deeper. This wasn't just a casual admission.
It was something far more personal.
«He wasn't just your best friend... was he?» Suzue asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Satoru let out a dramatic sigh, breaking the tension once more with his usual flair for theatrics. «You catch on fast, don't you?» His usual playfulness was still there, but it was gentler now, almost bittersweet.
He too had lost someone—no, not just lost. He had killed someone who had meant everything to him. He said it so casually, but Suzue could hear the pain beneath the joke, the grief hidden behind his theatrics. The burden he carried, just like hers, was something he rarely spoke of. And yet, here he was, offering her a way out of her own self-loathing, a twisted sense of comfort in their shared guilt.
And strangely, it was working.
Suzue's lips twitched, the tension in her chest easing just a little.
It was ridiculous. The whole thing was ridiculous, and probably the worst possible way to talk about something so heavy. Here she was, falling apart under the weight of her own guilt, and Satoru was... being Satoru. Laughing in the face of his own pain, turning it into something light, something almost absurd. But coming from him, it made sense in a way nothing else could.
The panic that had been clawing at her chest loosened its grip, replaced by a strange, bittersweet understanding. Despite everything—despite the fear, the guilt, the pain—he had managed to turn it into something lighter. Something bearable.
She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, but in that moment, she was grateful.
«You're really bad at this, you know that? Is this what you are suppose to tell me now?» Suzue's voice was still shaky, but there was a hint of humor in it, a small smile tugging at her lips despite everything. Terrible with feelings. Absolutely terrible. And yet, it was exactly what she needed.
She felt a strange warmth bloom in her chest at his words, a warmth that cut through the cold and confusion. He wasn't just brushing off her guilt. He was letting her know that it didn't matter to him. That whatever she had done, whatever she thought she was, he wasn't going anywhere.
«Thanks, I've always had a knack for making things better.» Satoru admitted, his voice light and teasing again. She could practically feel the grin on his face, though she couldn't see it. «But hey, you're stuck with me, aren't you?»
Stuck with him. Somehow, that felt like the safest place in the world right now. There was something oddly comforting about the way he said it, as if that—whatever it was—wasn't something he had ever doubted.
For the first time since the fight, since Kaede, since the horrible truth of what she had done, Suzue didn't feel like she was falling apart. Satoru had, in his own strange way, pulled her back from the edge. A small, tired smile tugged at Suzue's lips. She closed her eyes, the exhaustion pulling her deeper into the fog of semi-consciousness.
«I guess I am.» she whispered, her voice barely audible.
«Damn right you are.» He said, his tone affectionate in a way that was almost imperceptible. «Been that way since day one. Deal with it.»
The world around her was still spinning, her mind still reeling from everything that had happened, but as her body relaxed in his arms, the exhaustion finally took over. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy and slow, and before she could stop herself, she was sinking back into the warmth of his embrace.
One last thought crossed her mind as she drifted into unconsciousness.
"He feels like home."
A/N
Hello my lovely readers!
Well, that was a ride, wasn't it? Between Suzue's slip-up with "Tora," Satoru's emotional deflection (as usual), and the whole village-on-fire thing, this chapter really went places. (Ŏ艸Ŏ)
Ah, angst. The delicious emotional rollercoaster we didn't ask for but apparently needed. Sometimes, characters have to go through emotional crises to remind us that they're not just there for cool fight scenes and witty banter, but also for, you know, feelings.
And speaking of feelings... A certain someone is really bad at feelings, right?
ANYWAY next chapter is the last of this original arc!
Facts:
-I can't see Satoru to be the type to insta-panic, so he just take a second to just stare at the river or her injuries like "yeah okay this is fine"
-"I do not trust men." Oh Kaede, me too, me too.
-Satoru's chaotic bi energy: I mean, I can't write this guy and not acknowledge his complicated relationship with Suguru. It's there, it's real, and even in a story where he's got an OC love interest, Suguru's presence lingers. But I've kept it vague enough for all the interpretations, so you're free to let your imaginations run wild. (ง ื▿ ื)ว
-Let's take a moment to appreciate the pattern in Satoru's life: his ex burnt down and massacred an entire village (on purpose), and now his current love interest has done the same thing (accidentally). That's right, folks, Satoru's taste in partners is as chaotic as the rest of his life. What can I say? The guy clearly has a type, and I have a very twisted sense of humor. ◑.◑
-Oh, and remember that curse I introduced a few chapters back? Umi? Yeah, she's popped up again. Who knows what the future holds for her. Maybe she'll return, maybe she won't... or maybe she's going to stir up more chaos later. Who can say? Not me... definitely not me.
-Satoru's Terrible Coping Mechanism is fully on display here, but we all know it's his way of coping with the crushing guilt. It's both tragic and very Satoru.
And of course, thank you for reading this beautiful mess. Your support keeps me going, even through the self-inflicted angst fests that I put both you and these characters through. Until next time, let's pray I give Satoru and Suzue some peace (but also… probably not).
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Take care! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ*