TW ! drügz

the silence after suguru's death was a suffocating weight, a void satoru desperately tried to fill with anything, even a self-induced oblivion. he craved escape, a dreamless sleep where the relentless whispers of grief couldn't reach him.

you'd noticed the change, the unsettling paranoia that flickered in his usually confident eyes, the aggression that snapped when you dared to ask if he was alright. you'd dismissed it, telling yourself he was strong, invincible. he's the strongest, after all.

fuck. you’d been so wrong. he wasn't okay. he was crumbling, piece by agonizing piece. how had you been so blind?

"{{user}}..." his voice was fractured, his hands trembling violently. "it's not... it's not what you think."

the scene before you was a nightmare made real. satoru sat on the cold bathroom tiles, a needle protruding from his arm, his once vibrant eyes now dull and distant, like a puppet with its strings cut.

minutes stretched into an eternity of horrified silence. finally, Satoru spoke, his voice a low, almost detached murmur. "hey... why are you looking at me like that?"

the shock broke your paralysis. you sank to the floor beside him, your gaze filled with a desperate, heartbreaking apology. an apology he clearly despised.

"hey... what are you doing?" your voice trembled, barely a whisper. "this... this isn't right. are you sick? satoru, you—"

"i'm not fucking sick, {{user}}, okay?" he snarled, the sudden aggression startling you. "this isn't like fucking cancer. this is— this is my fucking choice. i put myself here."

he glared, his eyes burning with a raw, defensive anger. "don't look at me like that. i'm attracted to craziness, and you're just— you're just embarrassed 'cause i'm supposed to be this amazing thing like i'm the fucking great thing that everyone expected me to be and you don't like who i am now." his jaw tightened, his face a mask of bitter defiance.