Ch. 31

                                    

                                          


   𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. The machines of the room continuing to annoy the lone male with its non stop beeping of vitals that did not exist. Causing his impatience to internally grow. 
   Suguru readied himself behind the door, preparing his mind to push itself through the anxiety that was Satoru. 
   He hesitantly knocked into the glass using the back of his knuckle, secretly praying that his friend would just ignore him and let him walk away shamefully. Instead, he thought it best to remain in his place and look to Satoru through the clear barrier for an allowance to enter the room. 
   The distance between the two of them only deepened following Fushiguro's infiltration. Since, it sent them home packing with nothing but trauma and casualties.
   His midnight eyes sorrowfully watched the lone Gojo, who most likely wished to ignore him just as much as he wanted him to. As he knew that out of them all Satoru needed the most time to be alone. 
   The day following the mission, Suguru had learned from the first years that Satoru stormed into Yaga's office and tried to mercilessly kill him before their eyes. The second year immediately knew the event must've happened after they recovered Riko's body.
   Gojo rolled his heavenly eyes to himself, knowing exactly who knocked against the thin glass. Only because, Suguru's cursed energy was recognizable regardless of where they were. Given he was the only special grade curse manipulator. 
   And at this sad time, Satoru lacked care for anyone else's cursed energy besides Rintaro's.  Regretfully, Satoru raised his hand in the air and beckoned for the person he avoided, to come in. 
   Suguru breathed to himself, anxiety building in his chest. His large hand grasped the door knob and turned it downwards, allowing the lock to shelter. Slowly, the door pushed open, and with it Satoru's built up grief and raged emotions poured from the room it was closed into.
   His shoes barely touched the floor with the tip toes he cautiously made. The breath unnoticeably held in, escaped his lips as he shut the door quietly behind him. The room hung an invisible "caution" sign in the tense atmosphere it held.
   "Hey, Satoru." Said male lacked a reaction at his friends acknowledgement, not even a slight look away. Truthfully, his eyes remained on Rintaro's neatly kept corpse since he returned to her room days ago. "I just wanted to stop by and uh, check on you ..." Low whispers escaped Suguru's throat.
   "Nothing's changed really, plus it's only day five." Satoru's tired hands uncomfortably gripped at the sides of his hair, trying to hide the lack of comfort he felt. His body forced itself to lean backwards, resting his pained back finally. "Many more days to go." 
   "Have you eaten or slept at all?" Suguru paused to reside by his best friend, whose infinity purposely kept him afar. The fatigue was practically seeping from his aura, and he feared Satoru's decline would soon succumb him. 
   Suguru and Satoru were similar following the events of their last mission. Neither of them had  eaten or slept since. Knowing this, Suguru felt like a hypocrite internally. 
   Despite that, the need to see Rintaro became fueled by his internal demons. The same demons that haunted him before Rintaro came around, before he had an outlet, or someone to truly talk to. 
   "Nah, I don't need to eat right now." No one has asked him so many questions since Fushiguro's infiltration. Since then, the only person he's spoken to has been Shoko, who was only there every couple hours to check on Rintaro, ask if he needed anything, and then leave to return later. "As far as sleeping goes, I've been climbing into the bed with Rin and attempting to force myself to sleep."