. ° 𓇼 perhaps when seventeen mirrors crack in your name :: hush, now, they’re talking :: the spaces between suguru’s ribs :: the tremble in satoru’s fingertips :: somewhere out there where the static decays , pondering about what should not be, yet is ::
𝟷𝟾/𝟼. ❝ craving someone so violently should cause withdrawals. but i guess i’m built incorrectly. ❞ [masterlist guide]
𝟽/𝟷𝟸. ❝ it kills me to admit it, but i adore him. and i shall tear reality apart if it meant that he’d look at me like that again. ❞ [about me]
𝟹/𝟸. ❝ i just don’t get it, do i? i love him. i love him like an apology i don’t owe anyone. ❞ [alt]
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────⟢ your 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 , through the days and a sticky lens :: gn!reader :: fluff fluff fluffity FLUFF :: he really is the perfectest muse LOL :: just pure therapy from looking at his photos ::
the first polaroid you’d ever got of suguru was of him smiling.
smiling like the world owed him an apology for not draping his body across the heavens above— because the light, even when the moon glints right behind him, that seems to ooze out from the sticky film has your senses reeling. in the best way possible, no doubt, but still reeling nonetheless.
with the waves kissing his feet, and the wind ruffling his locks. flickering fireflies lighting up the night, like scrambling, hushed lullabies drowning out any complaints that he might have.
and a moth rests his nose— the reason why he’s smiling in the first place.
silly little insect, burning itself out on a sun that it could only dream to hold. and yet, here it was— choosing to cradle such agonizing warmth.
(much like yourself.)
the second one had been him with his mouth full of soba.
goodness, you still remember that day. you’d laughed so much that your stomach had ached— and it wasn’t from the noodles. it was a good ache, the kind that still makes your skin hum like an unguarded forest, basking in the remnants of the sun.
it is a little blurry at the edges— probably because it had been hard to hold the chopsticks and focus onto his face without spitting out your food. but that’s the part of the charm, you think, the way even the camera kneels before his whole existence— so much so that it struggles to capture even a fraction of what suguru’s hamster face is worth.
“stop laughing,” he’d grumbled, but you had done so, anyway.
this one is a little faded at the edges, like someone had ran their fingers over and over and over again— just to feel the softness that the picture embodied one more time, like reaching out beyond the film to hold his hand. oh so gently.
well. you had always done things your way, hadn’t you?
the third polaroid is enough proof.
for when suguru sleeps, the world— your world— dies down to a hush. choked out whispers and trembling rasps aren’t enough to drown out the serene sort of silence that crawls in everytime his eyelids flutter.
hell, your lips pressed together whenever you gazed upon this photo, as if on instinct to go quiet.
and then there’s the fourth one. just his hand adorned with pieces of your love— beads that glimmer in the dusky air, singing sweet lovesongs in your voice whenever he’s away. the fifth with his hair undone as he stared blearily into the camera— eyes holding the same sort of exasperated fondness that gets you every single time.
the sixth, the seventh, the eighth, the ninth— you’ve lost count, really, of how many sugurus live in this dainty little wooden box, much like the ones engraved into your bones.
“what’s in that box?” he asks, one day, raising a brow as you shuffle to quickly hide it under freshly laundered clothes.
“nothing,” you murmur, and suguru shrugs— hands reaching out to ruffle your hair. your half hearted protests and the scrunch of your nose have him huffing out a laugh, one that makes you wonder if he truly doesn’t know.
────⟢ a letter that 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄.ᐟ𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 finds in the ruins where your house used to be :: gn!reader :: typos and irregular spacing is intentional (i wonder why),, can you figure out what reader wanted to say at the end of the letter? :: also guess the genre LMFAO ::
my dear st suguru,
it feels a little strange, writing to you like a cow rd without a face. they’ve locked my windows, too, after they caught me last time.
plea se forgive me, i only want d to see you.
i know that i shall tear this tainted parchment once again, and yet— here i am, crawling back t o your sanctuary, even if it breathes only in my mind. i do not know what else to think of except for the way your chest trapped my heartbeat and echoed one of its ow n. i do not know what else to see ex ept your eyes, engraved into the back of my eyelids each time i shut away my gaze. i do not know wha else to hear except your hum resonating in the crook of my neck, filling the gaps where yo r teeth should’ve been.
i do not know what else to do, except write to you.
these air here seem so empty, suguru. it is tainted with mortality— every breath of it. i crave the timelessness your castle gave to me. no, i need it. i think i’d die without it.
i think i’d die without you.
i know that you don’t care much for death. after all, it feeds off your bloody hands like a sickened beast returni g to its master. but those hands have c radled my skin, too. those hands have carried warmth warmer than any of these warm blooded mons ters living in my midst. those hands have held mine so tenderly, only to cast them aside.
you have giv n me away, so take ca re of them for me, i beg you. take care of my lover.
you know, they say that this riot shall end the village. nothing of your con ern, i suppose. nothing of mine, either. not a ymore. but it is a tedious one— neighbour against neighbour, rusty blade agains new ones.
it’s str nge, how hum ns are so afraid of monsters and yet remain unflinching infr nt of a mirror.
the smo ke makes it hard to breathe. at least i get to know what you always feel like— i think that is enough. even a ghost of the fire we shared is enough. ev n a glimpse of your gaze would be enough, although y u despi e me now.
my ink bottle ha s already perished, and so will my quill— soon. i do not have much time, my suguru. the fire
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you cannot tell me he didn't pick it up from suguru but then suguru teased him for it forever 😭😭😭😭
help it's giving going to other class for duster and then a flurry of "bhabhi" (never happened to me because i was more of a stuck up bitch 💀)
(i wasn't but that's another story-time)
but gosh, high-school satoru wow, you just know he is sucking upto the lab assistant for your sake
desi suguru saying 'aap' to everyone except satoru (cause he's a lil shit) is canon to me. . . LMFAOOOO.
pls the others calling you bhabhi— toru will shut them up in the most vulgar language EVER with the most aggressive tone you've heard and then turn to you and say (in the most sweetest, sabhya tone possible might i add) ‘sorry, bas iss baar gaali di maine’. i’m laughing so hard at this.
sucking upto the lab assistant 💀💀 ‘sir can i be paired with her?’ ‘why? your roll numbers aren’t even close’ ‘i have to copy from her lab manual’. and there he is, the smug bastard with a goofy giddy smile on his face. desi highschool toru you are so so beloved to me.
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