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...you and I drink the poison from the same vine.

Inumaki’s technique’s called cursed speech, isn’t it? I mean, it's not named cursed language or cursed communication, right? Therefore, I assume nothing happens, in terms of cursed energy, when he writes instead of talking - this opinion is also reinforced by the fact he sometimes makes gestures indicating i.e. a phone call and sends sms -

Thus, having written communication as the only way of expression, I think he’d be prone to keeping a diary, using a large vocabulary to leave a clear trace of every single thing he can’t verbally express, trying to capture their essence with an accurate calligraphy, to imagine what those words would sound like coming out of his mouth.

Eventually, Yuta finds out about it and starts leaving him notes here and there, accompanied by a pen; at the beginning, it’s just random info about Yuta's day or simple yes and no questions, to put Inumaki at ease, which happens to occur way faster than Yuta would have expected; Toge actually starts not only to enjoy Okkotsu's updates about his days, but also finds himself opening up more and more.

In a matter of months, they are basically having whole ass conversations in the middle of everything and everywhere: on the bathroom mirror, the basketball, the fridge, the tables... leaflets and slips of inked paper just keep popping out of nowhere. )They also slid them into each other’s notebooks during lessons, to Gojo’s amusement).

And when Yuta decides to go to Africa, they obviously keep that habit alive: texting would have been faster and easier, but Inumaki loved imprinting his handwriting, his scent, his feelings in every single word, imagining Yuta’s long fingers carefully tracing every letter, as if to caress the graceful hand they had been written by. He could almost see Inumaki's slim figure leaning against the headboard, the ice blonde of his hair slightly warmed up by a lazy ray of sunshine, whispering melodious words to the paper.

I wonder if one has been influenced by the other, like a wistful foreshadowing of Geto being destined to nothing but surrendering to his own sorrow.

And the sun is coming through

Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness

And you fill my head with you

Shall I write it in a letter?

Shall I try to get it down?

Oh, you fill my head with pieces

Of a song I can't get out” 🎶✨

In the end, absolutely incapable of avoiding Geto's skin, Satoru realises he should at least suffer with Suguru and lowers his Infinity, allowing his fingers to be burned in the process as well.

You're like a shooting star in the rain

You're everything that feels like home to me, yeah

Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time

If you'd only let me live inside of mine”

That day, Suguru realises curses don’t taste that bad, after all.

the cake being atrocious doesn’t stop Suguru from eating every single crumb, just to maintain that pleased shininess in Satoru’s eyes

Yes, even after their breakup

Yes, even after Geto’s death

His delicate hands carefully washed every inch of resentment out of those reminiscences, caressing them like the softest brush wiping the dust off the most beautiful and fragile book in the world; despite it all, Satoru didn’t want his meaningful experiences with Geto to be stained with rage and bitterness - Satoru didn’t want any part of Geto to be stained with rage and bitterness.

And gosh, did Gojo pay a very high price for allowing himself this frailty…

…‘cause when he got sealed, it was those same good memories that betrayed him.