#eyesofinfinity

@eyesofinfinity: "Doesn't this seem a little bit obsessive?"

The faintly teasing yet affectionate tones of his boyfriend echoed in his ears. Suguru's own oversight led to his predicament; his lack of attention resulted in him being dunked into the pond by their rival school. They had also been wandering through the forest because he was adamant about testing his new curses against a formidable adversary, which wouldn’t be possible if Satoru slaughtered their target before the rest of them had a chance.  

Naturally, Satoru's infinity ensured his pristine appearance remained untouched. Not for the first time, Suguru found himself yearning to linger with Shoko at the medical tents instead. He resorted to asking for help.

@eyesofinfinity: “I thought I’d never set foot in a place like this, but here we are. Congratulations on making my life a little more miserable.”

Satoru was under layers in the oppressive heat of the American nightclub. As for Suguru, he wore a neat, white-button up and black pants. Though occurrences of cursed energy and users of curses were rare beyond Japan, it seemed there was one such individual present within this establishment now. They were flown in, instructed to blend in seamlessly, and to pray for fewer scenes of dismemberment. He was certain Satoru would deem it overwhelming, even if he feigned indifference.

The sheer magnitude of all the lights was daunting on its own. “Coming here was for the mission,” Suguru answered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was never interested in going to such places either.