"You're late again," Suguru rasps, blood cries down his lips as he slumps against the wall, clutching his grave wound, "Satoru."

It feels like a curse - every time that man says his name. Gojo, Suguru's Satoru, clenches his fists, jaw tight. He won't dare show emotion. He won't dare tell him how he wants to gather the only one he's ever loved into his arms and kiss him until Geto bleeds out.

"Suguru," Satoru manages. His voice is even. He's here to kill Geto; he should have a long time ago.