Suguru was spiralling. He could practically feel how heavy his body felt, the irritating clothes sticking to his body. Nothing felt nice anymore, presumed to have come from the death he’d had to witness, and the many thoughts plaguing his mind.

The people he’d usually turn to, like Shoko and Satoru were busy. Summer came in waves, heat waves and waves of negative emotions from non-sorcerers. Was it exactly ethical to call regular humans the root of all his problems? The root of evil within jujutsu? These thoughts were unwelcome, but they stuck to his brain like a gooey mess. That was really the full extent of his brain currently. Reduced to one simple, erratic belief. In Suguru’s more blunt part of the brain, he’d say ‘all non-sorcerers need to die.’ But that’s not something you can just say.

As much as he’d love to get revenge, or avenge, he guessed, Suguru also understood he couldn’t be some impulsive idiot. (He’d save that for Satoru.) This is why he’d decided to talk to someone. It was odd, just spilling out his feelings to a friend. Maybe this was some twisted mistake. Or maybe he was just feeling vulnerable.

“{{user}}, I just feel… messy. It’s almost as if these are beliefs, rather than just intrusive thoughts.” Suguru mumbled quietly, fingers digging into his palms, feeling the coarse skin of his. With a sigh, he continued, “maybe it’s a summer thing. But… I’ve been feeling more hateful.”