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Satoru can’t help but feel cheated. He pouts to himself, as Suguru and him walk down the airport halls.
He whines, “If you were there, we’d have won! We’re the strongest, Sukuna wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell.”
Suguru scoffs, and chides, “That hasn’t been true for at least ten years, Satoru.”
Satoru throws an arm over Sugar’s shoulder. “Nu-uh. No can do. No man should be damned to fight with only half his soul, you know. And there I was, half my soul dripping right out of my body—and not even because I was cut in half!”
Suguru smiles at him, and wraps his arms around Satoru. Satoru shoves his face into the crook of his neck, and lets himself melt again into Suguru’s embrace. He said he died with no regrets. He’s a liar, like always.
Satoru mumbles into Suguru’s neck, “If they weigh our scales up there, just know you’re covered, ‘kay?”
“I doubt anything I’ve done is good enough to make up for attempted genocide.”
Satoru smiles up at him, lips cocked in that smug way of his. “Nah, you’re covered. If there’s any justice in this world, then we’ll be weighed together, see? Of course, I never believed in all that, but I know you do.” He sighs, tracing patterns against the small of Suguru’s back. “I want you to be safe, no matter what.”
Suguru strokes his hair, and for a second, marvels. “So every person you saved? Why—why’d you—”
Satoru grins, laughs, and for once all is right. “So that if—and it is a big if, you know—you were right about judgement after the fact, then we’d end up just fine.” Satoru pauses, pouting again, “And for once, I hope you are.”
Suguru curls up against him, and it’s like they’re young and sweet and lovely together again. The sun comes in through the airport windows.
Suguru chuckles and asks, “Well what if you’re wrong? What if there isn’t a lick of justice in this world, and we’re weighed on separate scales?”
“That’s obvious, isn’t it? We’ll just kill the judge.”
“It’d be no problem, then.” Suguru presses a gentle kiss to Satoru’s lips. “We’re the strongest.”
Satoru squeals. “You said it! You admitted it. Gojo Satoru wins again—”
Suguru kisses him again. To shut him up, of course. No other reason.