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They knew. They knew the woman didn't truly have any allegiance to them. She was worried about those girls. Suguru Geto's girls. Everything Suguru Geto had seen, touched, laughed to, enjoyed, Kenjaku knew about through his memories. Memories were a fickle thing, really. It was a rather boring existence that Suguru Geto had lead. The poor man was too soft hearted. He wouldn't have lasted in the Heian Era either. He just quite simply didn't make the cut as a Sorcerer.

Perhaps in another life, he'd be able to live an even less fulfilling existence: being a non Sorcerer. It would have fit him best. Their son was just as tender hearted. Itadori Yuji.

"he's a fool..." there's a sadness behind her words for the person she once considered a friend. her own heart wasn't any tougher than the strongest's. she knows firsthand how easily one could succumb to the love they felt for suguru upon seeing his corpse, hearing his voice...

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he hadn't expected to run into her. the train platform was quiet for the most part. a lot of families often left the city during the summers, making the congestion a little more tolerable. coincidentally, the two were just finishing off from solo assignments. they boarded at the same time, finding two seats side by side. the first few stops, they caught up in pieces of light, easy conversation. at some point, past the midway mark, conversation surpassed 'small talk' when he'd said it. the words slipped out the same way a passing thought wandered too close to the surface. spilling out. abrupt.

suguru could sense her shifting beside him, catching the sight of her fingers fidgeting. he can hear her uncertainty when she reiterates. she looked and sounded like she kind of regret asking. he looks her over for another moment, quietly observing. a beat. and his gaze slowly drifts to the open panel window adjacent from the beach they sat in. "Often, people associate 'different' like it's something that needs fixing." effortless in the passing thoughts. "That's not what I meant, though." he pauses a moment, picking up a little quieter,

"Most people put their time and efforts in trying to be palatable to others." essentially, erasing the parts of themselves that are deemed too intrusive, when in reality, they're the very facets that make a person interesting. All in the name of conforming – carefully molded to fit the roles and pre-determined expectations.

"oh," it was all she could respond as she took in his words. her hands stop fidgeting and shoulders began to relax. to be seen as something other than a problem that needs to be fixed was a foreign concept to her. she had been hyper-aware of how others perceive her throughout her childhood, it was something that would constantly plague her everyday interactions. she softened herself to fit other's needs up until starting jujutsu high. motivated by spite for how the higher ups would deemed her as weak, the new school became her opportunity to prove everyone wrong.

"i think it's a waste of time trying to fit in. i tried that before and it never benefited me," she relaxes back into her seat, one leg crossing over the other as she lets herself get comfortable. it was nice sitting next to someone familiar on the train ride back. sakura could let her guard down a little and not have to worry about a complete stranger taking up space next to her. she continued to speak, allowing herself to be less formal in her speech around him. "parents, teachers, higher ups in jujutsu society... they always have bullshit expectations."

there's a pause as she looks up to the window across them before turning her gaze up at him sat next to her. "you know, i didn't even want to be a sorcerer. i still don't, but everyone's expectations for me were failure so i have to prove them wrong. i want them all to realize that i'm more than just su-nii's shadow. i want them to regret their expectations," there isn't an ounce of humor in her tone and for once, she doesn't brush off her words as s joke.

The meeting had just ended, and his newest wave of followers linger, clinging around him with eyes that sparkle too bright at every passing glance he gives. They visibly hang onto his every word, and the thing is? he doesn't stop them. Despite never actually returning that flirtation, not outright anyway ... he doesn't shut it down, either. Maybe plays up to it more than he should. Lets them lean in close, as if proximity to him is sacred. He carries the power and influence well. Too well.

Finally, the two had stepped away, walking on the grounds as the sun begins to set. She wasted no time in spilling what she wanted to say, 'i don't want to share you with anyone.' He slows, not looking over her way, just takes a few steps, in his own head before he stops now to get a better look at her. Suguru turns slightly, eyes on her, that piercing look only few were granted.

"Who says you are?" direct, none the less.

With that, he steps closer to her, "They follow what they see. That doesn't mean they know what they're looking at." a tone that reserved for those nearest and dearest to him. A quiet tenderness that she, and the twins only ever got out of him. His gaze lingers on her, reading her jealousy, but he isn't cruel enough to call it out. Or to bring that word to fruition. "They want an image." he adds. She'd seen the real side of it, she stayed. His lips tug into a smile, "If I wanted to be surrounded by people who only like the show we put on for them, I wouldn't have let you this close."

she can't help the jealousy that rises within her every time a cultist gets a little too close, a little too friendly with suguru. it doesn't help that he plays it up either, letting them invade his personal space while he plays up his role as their leader. what's even more frustrating is knowing she can't do anything about it. instead, she has to sit back and let it all play out — keeping the jealousy from bubbling up to the surface and seeping out. so she stands in the background, staring daggers into the members that get too close for her comfort and hope by some miracle she'll obtain psychic powers that will kill them with her mind.

she let's out an audible sigh of relief when they finally step outside and wastes no time making her thoughts known. by now, she feels little shame when openly expressing her feelings with suguru, jealousy included. he may be a little teasing about it from time to time, but he never outright belittles her or ridicule her for being an 'over-emotional woman' like some lesser men might.

"but they still think they're able to get close to you. i don't like it– i don't like them," she never has and if it were up to her, they'd all be dead by now, but she has faith in suguru and his plans. so she has had no choice but to tolerate these monkeys for far longer than she would have liked. "i know, but still..." she mumbles, avoiding his gaze and resisting the let the softness in his voice melt through to her. she just wants to sit in her jealousy for a moment longer to get her point across. "now you're just trying to flatter me,"