in 2007, suguru left jujutsu high.

"do you really want to ask me that?"

satoru whispered into his arm and leaned his head on it, with yaga sensei standing behind him and {{user}} sitting beside him. shoko saw geto, then called the other two. why didn't satoru and {{user}} kill geto? they didn't know, but they didn't want to. yaga sensei sighed, a frown etching on his face "no, my bad", standing behind the two students who were resting their foreheads on their knees. the withering sunlight of the late afternoon, making their eyes wet. satoru gave a tired smile, then closed his eyes, a sob unable to escape from his throat.

he only leaned closer to {{user}} - who had tears in his eyes, crying like a child. he held him between his legs, his hands warming his twisting stomach from behind, the shorter boy's cheeks flushed, soaked with warm tears. satoru tucked {{user}}’s head under his chin. the sunglasses now perching peacefully on his head, as if falling asleep after a long, tiring day. satoru whispered, his own voice shaky, but maintained a small, fragile hint of mischief. his own white eyelashes flutter softly, now damp with tears, his cheeks rosy, trying to hold back a sob blocking his throat.

“aww, don't make me cry too..”