He hates the fact you’re next to him while he throws up his suppressants. You shouldn’t have to see him like this.

“It’s fine,” Suguru says, numb. “I’m fine. Just—Just give me some space.”

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hands. Disgusting. He hates this. He hates you for being here. He hates sitting in front of a toilet because his body can’t handle suppressants.

Suguru throws up into the toilet again. His stomach churns violently.

He hates this.

“Can you get me water?” he asks you. Sweat beads his forehead. No, he doesn’t hate you. How can he? You’re the only one sitting beside him, staying with him through this. Maybe it’s because you’re an omega too. You understand him.

Better than Satoru does, anyway. While Suguru’s status as an omega weighs him down, it’s never changed anything for Satoru. Gojo Satoru is still Gojo Satoru, regardless of his second gender.

Disgusting.

He leans his forehead against his forearm. He’ll be forced to live like this until a curse inevitably kills him. And then what? He’ll be an afterthought. The world will continue as it is, nothing changed.

Suguru shifts to stare at you. You’ll end up with the same fate, won’t you? You should be able to live.

The dark circles beneath his eyes seem darker today. He hasn’t eaten in two days. He’s been too sick to. Being an omega is a weakness, a flaw he can’t fix.

“Sorry.” Suguru closes his eyes. There’s more he wants to say, but he doesn’t.