![]() ![]() The stone-faced principal doesn’t say a word when he walks in looking like a hot mess. ![]() He tries not to groan, though he doesn’t think he has the energy to. He doesn’t have time to grieve more though, as he’s suddenly called to Gakuganji’s office for a new mission briefing. Has anyone even been saved from his pain? Every day he’s been killing and destroying and eating curses and he can’t even save those who are within reach. What is he doing? He entered this lifestyle and gave his childhood and innocence up in order to help people. Could I have done anything to make things turn out differently? His mind fills with unwanted thoughts, constantly working and whispering in his ear despite how hard he tries to make it shut up. Yet Suguru feels a deep pang of guilt, regret, and a hint of sadness whenever the grave enters his vision. He had been on his own mission at the time, too far away to have done something about it. Still not looking at the grave that seems to be tattooed into his memory, Suguru thinks, Haibara-kun, wherever you are, I guess we’re both grieving for a life unfairly cut short. “It was devastating to separate,” she said, “but once Yu and I climb up the ladder, we can go on missions together as an unstoppable team!” They’d wanted to start working early to support their parents and younger siblings, so the pair readily agreed when the scouts came to their home. In one of their casual conversations as they ate lunch surrounded by other schoolmates, she had mentioned she had a twin brother in Tokyo, training to be a sorcerer just like her. Even without really knowing her, Suguru had felt a surge of pride at her development. She used to always shy away with a hunch of his shoulders when Suguru smiled at her, but she’d visibly grown more confident over the last year. But more than that, she was genuinely kind, thoughtful, perhaps a tad naive. She was an underclassman and a Grade 2 sorcerer. No, perhaps even just an acquaintance that Suguru greeted and made small talk with when they passed each other in the hallways. The gravestone remains in his peripheral vision like a bloodstain on white cloth. Suguru refuses to see it-or can’t bare to-so he pointedly looks away. His messy hair, that he doesn’t have the energy to put up in its usual bun, hangs over his face as he stares down at the grass, in full view of a single grave a few meters away. It’s 2 in the afternoon, and Suguru’s stationed himself under a lonely tree on the school grounds. He’s tasted more curse than food in his whole life, but the feeling doesn’t get any more tolerable. He’s 17 with a new mission almost every day. Rather, it was a series of little things piled up that served as the catalyst of a downward spiral.īrushing his teeth in the morning and tasting curse-breath that won’t go away being woken up in the middle of the night to help his seriously understaffed school puking his guts out for the fifth time in a week and feeling hot, frustrated tears form in his eyes stubbing his toe on the edge of his bed and cursing whatever god dropped him into a life of misfortune. Like most breakdowns, Getou Suguru’s decline did not happen all at once. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 30744 Chapters: 5/5 Comments: 22 Kudos: 297 Bookmarks: 66 Hits: 3865 no beta we die like suguru after laughing from the bottom of his heart. ![]()
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