#envywrites

It was a regular frat party Suguru had invited you to. You had shown up around an hour late. It wasn’t your fault, Shoko was your ride, and she was caught up in her studies on her medicine studies that night.

When you two arrived, she dragged you to the kitchen for alcohol before disappearing—something about an Utahime girl. You weren’t really paying attention, already slightly buzzed from your drink.

So now here you are, alone, in a room full of sweaty, unknown bodies. You were looking for Suguru now, waving between the unfamiliar drunk and high faces. For a tall man with long raven black hair, he’s incredibly hard to spot.

That’s when you saw him. Or well, rather you bumped into him, dropping your drink and splashing it onto the ground below. A hand shot up to your shoulder. You recognized those fingers. Looking up at him, the lack of light obscured your perfect view, certain details looking hazy.

“Looking for me?” He asked, smugly.

That was definitely his voice, albeit, something felt a bit off with the way he said it. The tone felt…different? Sure enough, it had to just be the alcohol speaking, so you brushed it off. You smiled sweetly at him.

“Suguru! There you are, I was looking for you!”

He chuckled at your reaction, sliding his hand down from your shoulder to your hand. You graciously interlocked fingers without hesitation, letting him guide you through the crowd. “Seems like my first concern must be getting you another drink.”

That…was not something Suguru would say. Or well, not like that, at least. That was the second red flag you truly noticed, the first was the lack of black fingernail polish. You were stopped midway from getting back into the kitchen, another hand grabbed your free one.

This one felt more like him. The black nail polish was the dead give away. Your eyes trailed up to the man’s arms and the familiar sleeve of tattoos on his tanned arms filled your vision.

If this was Suguru, who the hell was the other guy holding your hand right now?

You ultimately decide to yank your hand away from “Suguru” on your right, finally zeroing in on the disturbing lobotomy stitches tattoo he had on his forehead. Your eyes swap from the face of the fake Suguru to the real one who’s looking at his clone with a scowl.

They were so identical in most ways physically that it almost frightened you. “What the fuck are you plotting, Kenjaku?” Suguru asked, voice low.

“Me? Nothing. Just helping this lost thing navigate for another drink. Like a good samaritan, you know?" Kenjaku replied, slightly smug.

Suguru didn’t buy it, he yanked you against him, a little rougher than intended. “What are you even doing here to begin with?”

Kenjaku frowned at the aggressive question. “Well, I go to school here, for starters. So last I checked, that means I’m allowed at parties.”

Suguru looked like he was trying to hold himself back from something, jaw clenched. So instead, he put his arm around your shoulder and guided himself and you away from his twin, who made no moves to follow; you could still feel his disturbing gaze boring into you.

The entire walk was stiff and awkward, no words were exchanged between the two of you as he led you outside. The cool air bit into your skin as Suguru finally dropped his arm. Instead of talking, he turned his back to you and took out one of his cigarettes from the box he always carried in his pocket.

He blew smoke out into the endless darkness in front of you both before he started to speak again.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,”

You blinked at him. That’s what he was apologizing for? Not the fact he never brought up his twin brother to you??? Honestly, you barely had the energy to be mad at him, you were still slightly buzzed from the spilt drink and the cool air felt relaxing against your skin.

“So when were you gonna mention that you had a brother? Let alone a twin?” You replied.

Suguru stiffened slightly, cigarette stopping just against his soft lips. “Eventually, probably. He’s…I don’t know. Clinically insane? It’d be better if you pretended to never have seen him in the first place.”

“Clinically insane? You’re a sociology major and that’s what you’re diagnosing him with?”

Suguru shrugged, taking another drag. He really didn’t want to have this conversation and you knew that, but you just wanted answers. You didn’t say anything else and neither did he. You just gazed out into the sea of stars, almost peacefully. The energy was still tense, but it was almost manageable with the night air and sky around you.

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