#drippingheart

"Let's see, that's tomorrow figured out...guess all that's left is to pack up and head-- oh, Fushiguro." A soft smile spreads across the elder male's features as he notices the other in the door to the class room. A gentle wave given before he gestures that he can come and sit, if he'd like to. "Something I could help you with?"

Suguru wasn't a teacher to turn down students who were determined to train and increase their skill, but he did wonder why Satoru's student didn't, well, ask Satoru to train.

He didn't voice the question just yet, shrugging it off and thinking that it wasn't an important one to put out there just yet. Making time during after hours, Suguru, comfortable in baggy clothing, black on black on black, stretched his limbs to prep himself. "To avoid the headache Yaga-san will give me, I won't be using any curses to attack you." Oh, the fun times of his youth setting off the school alarms because Suguru got too carried away with releasing his curses on the premises, only to be followed up to the scoldings and punishments he'd receive for raising false alarms. You'd think the first time was enough of a lesson, but call him hard-headed and you wouldn't be wrong.

"I'm actually excited to witness your skill level," he hummed. "Don't think of it as an insult, but depending on you, I might just use hand-to-hand combat."

There were weapons to use, sure, but Suguru was excellent at martial arts. He could seriously maim the students here if he didn't have a proper evaluation of their combat level.

"Feel free to use whatever you got."

The Zen'in kid that Satoru was looking after just so happened to be the spawn of the Zen'in clans monster? This smelled of anything but a coincidence; Suguru was certain that some kind of deal had to have been struck.

Was he trying to mold the kid to steer clear of his old man's path? Did Satoru feel remorse for killing that maniac? Nah. Suguru knew that wasn't the way that he rolled. Did he happen to see all this latent potential? At least that was more believeable. A delinquent who's very name sent shivers down the spines of petty gangs and caused them to glance over their shoulders; a hardened resting bitch face that seemed to spark territorial brawls on sight. Suguru watched from afar in fascination as the Zen'in kid would win these provoked matches, and then head home nearly past sunset. This seemed to be quite the common practice, the priest found, and he couldn't help but wonder the intricacies of his relationship with Satoru.

During the untimely days that Toji's brat was meeting up with the Gojo clans prodigy, Suguru would just leave. Risking to be noticed wasn't going to end well, and he was smart enough to know that it meant certain death to be greedy in his observations.

Unlucky for Suguru, there was hardly any predictions when the Zen'in kid would be occupied. Unlucky for the kid, Suguru could be assertive when he needed to be.

"Hi hi~" Suguru made his appearance after another fight session had concluded.

Suguru had a plan. His former bestie knows something about this kid that he doesn't, and Satoru doesn't take people under his wing just because he has a kind heart. There's something to gain from this brat, and if it truly was beneficial, Suguru could employ it towards his vision.

"Don't let your teachers catch you beating up your classmates. You'll surely get expelled," he laughed, without a care for the kid's well being.

Up close, Suguru could see the reflection of that smirking assassin that nearly killed him, sparing his life solely to avoid the potential hassle of the ingested curses. It was unnerving to say the least. His singsong smile didn't betray the sour memories resurfacing, and so he continued by letting out a weaker curse crawl across his shoulder. It was a pathetic, ghostly white mangled squiggle resemblance of a snail, with two wide bulbs for eyes looking around widly as it crawled shoulder to shoulder.

it's true that satoru is not and never has been very empathetic. many factors lead him to be this way: the way he was treated since he was a child (the habits and traditions of the gojo clan), the fact that he knew that many people didn't see his birth as something good, the way they treated him for being the strongest, the weight (which he never complained about or showed any opinion/feeling about) that he carried for being gojo satoru, the inflated ego due to the consequences of these things… in short, many reasons. so it was difficult for him to realize that someone was feeling bad (or to care about it), people needed to be very clear about how they felt.

satoru was unfortunately selfish.

but he cared about suguru, despite having difficulty perceiving sadness in him too (if satoru asked 'suguru, are you okay?' and suguru answered 'yes', the albin would trust him completely. he really needed to improve this). so, when he heard what his friend said, he asked:

satoru used his index finger to point at suguru, then pointed at his own middle finger and then turned his butt, making a motion to stick his middle finger in there. in short: gojo told geto to stick the finger in the butt.

argh, that kind of question always drew a dull sigh from satoru.

don't get him wrong, he just tries to avoid thinking about such things (or even dreaming about them) as much as possible. his mind has always been a whirlwind of information, his shoulders heavy with responsibility, so thinking or dreaming about having a normal life is... and talking about it with someone (he hated deep topics)... well, it wasn't just anyone there.

it was suguru. so...

"yes and no." gojo answered. "i thought it would be easier to have a 'normal' life, but i never dreamed of having one." he was born to be 'gojo satoru, the strongest', that's what the system always teminded him.