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Suguru remembers the summers with his grandparents in Okinawa, before he started seeing demons, “curses,” his mind corrects, before his parents casted him away and sent him off to a psychiatric facility where Yaga found him locked in a room, huddled in the corner terrified of the creatures that followed him around constantly.
He remembers those summers fondly, he remembers as a child he was enamored by the sun, constantly craning his neck back, looking up, up, up, until the only thing he saw was blue skies and the bright white sun. His grandmother had always said that if he stared at the sun for too long he’d go blind.
She never warned him about people.
So when Suguru met Gojo Satoru at the tender age of fifteen, he couldn’t help but stare. Unconsciously, his eyes would follow the taller boy everywhere, as if the boy had a gravitational pull of his own and Suguru had been mindlessly pulled into orbit.
And it had hurt. It’d hurt to look at Satoru, but it had hurt to look anywhere else so-
So he did the rational thing.
Suguru went blind.
And yet, Satoru was so beautiful and so far removed from pain and the ugliness that Suguru carried, the repulsive nature of his cursed technique, that not even the bees would sting him.
Suguru followed Satoru everywhere, some would say he’d follow him anywhere no matter the cost. He followed him barefoot through the rocky beachside in Okinawa, and as Suguru scraped the soles of his feet on rock after jagged rock, Satoru would laugh as their sharp edges seemed to blunten wherever his feet struck; and when Satoru pulled Suguru through a forest, both breathless with the joy they had found in each other, the bushes recoiled from him in fear of striking him, while they cut Suguru’s skin open.
Suguru bled for Satoru. It was an unspoken law of nature. Geto Suguru would bleed for Gojo Satoru if it meant his blood would keep harm away from ever grazing the other boy.
It wasn’t Suguru’s blood that kept the other boy safe, it was infinity.
So the day Suguru couldn’t touch Satoru’s skin, he understood he was only ever meant to gravitate and never meant to come close enough to collide.
She never said loving the sun would be so painful.