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Satoru comes to slowly. His head is throbbing and he can immediately tell that something is off. His cursed energy is just out of reach, his vision is obscured and most telling of all is the fact that is skin is prickling.
Suguru isn’t anywhere near then.
He maintains his position a moment longer, taking stock of the situation and he’s not at all surprised to find that he’s tied up. Satoru doesn’t bother to test the restraints though, because he knows he doesn’t really have to and instead he strains his ears to figure out if he’s alone or not.
There’s a slight shuffling to his right and then some murmured words which are answered by a different voice, so Satoru knows there are at least two other people with him.
It doesn’t matter, ultimately, but it feels good to figure things out for himself.
Once Satoru is certain he’s not going to throw up from his headache even if he moves his head, he picks himself up, sitting straight in the chair and giving at least some relief to his bound hands.
“Oh, look who is with us,” a voice sneers at him and Satoru guesses they saw him move.
“I wish I could,” Satoru says, his voice just a little raspy so he can’t have been out for too long. “Mind taking off whatever you put over my eyes?”
“You wish,” the voice says, and Satoru expected as much.
He’s not quite sure why his captors are this careful though, because whatever they gave him has his cursed energy locked away anyway, and it’s not as if he could do anything with his eyes alone.
Satoru can’t even turn on Infinity like this and the chafing on his wrists is not thanking him for it.
“Where’s Suguru?” Satoru asks, not bothering to ask who they are or what they want because both answers will be inconsequential in the end but his captors only laugh.
“Concerned, pretty boy?” one of them taunts him. “Don’t worry, he’s safe and sound at the school. For now. You can visit his grave there soon enough. If you can even find him under all the rubble.”
Satoru frowns.
“You’ve got something against the school?”
He’s probably dealing with a handful of curse users here and they are clearly not the strongest, nor the smartest, or they would have killed him on the spot.
“You don’t have to concern yourself with that,” a new voice chimes in. “The school won’t be standing for much longer and all your friends will be gone, too.”
Satoru rolls his eyes—not that they can see it—because this doesn’t seem as if they thought it through properly.
“You should have killed me when you had the chance,” Satoru tells them and he’s being completely serious about it, too.
It’s downright stupid letting him live, especially since they already had the upper hand once. Satoru will have to double down on his training after this; he knew that detecting and neutralising poisons should have been a priority and yet he still slacked off with that.
Oh well, it can’t be helped now.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that, if you don’t want to join us,” someone to his right says and of course. Of course these idiots were hoping that Satoru would join them and whatever cause they are fighting against.
“I’ll pass,” Satoru cheerfully informs them, the prickling of his skin getting less strong with every minute that passes now and he knows that Suguru is almost here.
This is going to be fun.
“You know, it didn’t have to be this way,” Satoru cheerfully informs them. “If you go now, you can still get away with your life. I promise I’ll make sure no one comes after you.”
That earns him a round of laughter and Satoru smiles indulgingly at his captors.
“I don’t think you understand what’s going on here. The school will be blown to smithereens by now. Your friends are dead. And if you don’t want to join us, then you’ll be next.”
“Yeah, sure, sure,” Satoru nods, not bothered in the slightest.
Suguru will have noticed the moment Satoru was taken and he’s not going to be happy about it.
Things between them have been a bit—fucked up, as Shoko so lovingly put it, ever since the incident with Toji. Neither of them had taken it well, learning the extent of their injuries and their co-dependency has gone through the roof since then.
And this feeling, this prickling under Satoru’s skin whenever Suguru isn’t near is just one of those things. Satoru knows that Suguru feels it, too, because while before it always was Satoru who stuck close to Suguru, their roles are much more evenly divided now.
Satoru is still the one who instigates it much more often than Suguru, but if he doesn’t, Suguru is right there, right up in his business, getting as close as he can.
And the fact that Satoru has been taken and is nowhere near Suguru right now? That’s just going to make him go a little bit insane, just like it’s making Satoru insane right now.
He could get out of his restraints; he knows, because Suguru made sure to properly teach him the ways, but in all honesty, it’s much more fun to simply sit here and wait until Suguru comes and gets him.
It makes Satoru feel all special.
Satoru knows that there’s no way in hell that Suguru will let his captors get away with their lives and that’s just as well, if you ask Satoru. They have a system in place ever since they realised that they might just both be a little bit fucked up and so far it’s served them well.
It stopped Satoru from killing all the clapping people in that horrible room and it stopped Suguru from wiping out that village that thought it’d be okay to beat and lock up two little girls for being different.
These curse users though, they won’t even get half as lucky, because Satoru very much thinks that they deserve everything that’s coming for them.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” someone asks Satoru and now that makes him laugh.
“Oh, where do I even begin?” he asks, grinning widely as he notices that the prickling is getting less and less with every minute that passes.
Suguru is close then.
“It was fun chatting with you, but I think this is where it ends now. My other half is here and you’re all out of luck.”
“Did you hit him too hard over the head?” a guy to Satoru’s left asks, the question clearly not directed at Satoru himself and he can only imagine how the other person shrugs.
It’s all they have time for, because then there’s a loud bang and something hits the ground with a metallic sound.
Probably the door that was blown off its hinges, Satoru muses and leans back in the chair, all relaxed and happy, because Suguru is here.
“What the fuck!”
There’s yelling and shouting and so much noise that it’s honestly hard to make out what’s going on without being able to see but Satoru can feel Suguru, so it’s all fine.
People still think that Satoru is the strongest, which would make him the most dangerous by default and while it might still be true that Satoru is a few levels above everyone else they clearly don’t account for the way it makes Suguru a little bit insane to be parted from Satoru.
In all honesty, Satoru would rather take it up with himself in a fight than fight a Suguru who is being kept from him.
No one is able to stand against Suguru like that.
The fight—if it even is one—is over in less than five minutes. Satoru suspects that Suguru had one of his curses simply eat the curse users that were present and soon enough everything falls quiet again.
Except for the footsteps coming up to Satoru.
“Took you long enough,” Satoru says, tilting his head back to allow Suguru to cup his cheek in his hand.
“Are you hurt?” he asks, as he slides the blindfold off Satoru’s face.
Satoru blinks against the sudden light but he makes sure not to close his eyes for too long, taking in Suguru as if he hasn’t seen him for weeks instead of mere hours.
“My head hurts,” Satoru pouts out and watches how Suguru’s eyes soften slightly, though it does little to wipe the manic look of his face.
If this was the last thing Satoru’s captors saw then they must have died scared out of their mind, Satoru thinks, and it serves them right.
He on the other hand feels nothing but warm with that look fixed on him.
“And my wrists,” he belatedly adds and Suguru leans in, almost as if he’s hugging him as he checks the restraints on Satoru’s wrists.
“You know how to break out of these,” he accuses him then and Satoru grins.
“But it’s so much more fun to have you break me out of these,” he gives back and Suguru rolls his eyes at him before he breaks the restraints with ease.
“Let me see,” Suguru then says, carefully taking Satoru’s wrists in his hands and checking the damage.
If Satoru is honest, his shoulders hurt more than his wrists, the position they had forced him in more straining than anything else.
“It’s fine,” Satoru gives back, though that doesn’t stop Suguru’s inspection.
“You knew I would come for you,” Suguru finally says, his gaze still on the slight chafing on Satoru’s skin and Satoru huffs.
“Of course I knew. I could feel it.”
Suguru only hums at that and Satoru rolls his eyes when he realises that Suguru is worrying about something.
“You’re being stupid,” Satoru finally says and now that gets Suguru to look at him.
“Rude.”
“Stupid,” Satoru says again and it makes Suguru smile slightly, so Satoru counts it as a win. “You think I care about this?” he then asks with a nod towards the carnage around them.
There’s more blood than he expected there to be but just like he thought, no corpses are left laying around. Suguru cleaned up after himself.
“You stopped me before,” Suguru reminds him and Satoru nods.
“Yeah, just like you stopped me. But this? This is different. They kept us apart.”
“They hurt you,” Suguru corrects him and Satoru hums.
“That, too, yes.” He takes Suguru’s face into his hands. “I would have killed them, too, if our roles were reversed. And you wouldn’t have minded either.”
At hearing that Suguru’s shoulders drop and Satoru can’t believe how stupid he was, thinking that Satoru would care about any of this.
“Nothing gets to keep us apart.”
“You could have handled this yourself,” Suguru says as he helps Satoru up and Satoru’s head is still throbbing and he does feel a little bit off without access to his cursed energy, but he still plays all of that up, simply so that Suguru will pick him up and carry him out of there.
It takes all of one stumble for Suguru to sigh in defeat and bend down to slide his arm under Satoru’s legs, picking him up in a bridal carry.
“I could have,” Satoru agrees, slinging his arm around Suguru and tucking his face into his throat. “But then you wouldn’t have swooped in like this and I think I might prefer it this way.”
It’s the truth but it’s also a reminder that Satoru doesn’t care just what Suguru did right now to get him.
Satoru would have probably obliterated the entire building if someone had taken Suguru away from him, for however long, even though he, too, damn well knows that Suguru can handle himself.
“I don’t like being apart from you,” Suguru says after a moment, his arms strong and secure around Satoru and it sounds like a confession, like something that’s just meant for Satoru to hear.
“I don’t like being apart from you either,” Satoru gives back and presses himself closer.
He thinks they haven’t been separated for this long in ages—basically doing everything together these days—and in all honesty Satoru hadn’t been prepared for how wrong it had felt.
It’s almost worse than barely being able to access his own power.
“Good,” Suguru breathes out as if he honestly doubted Satoru could feel the same and just for that Satoru nips at his throat. “Hey!”
“You’re being stupid again. It’s us, Suguru, always. I knew you would come for me. I knew what would happen. And honestly, I would have done the same. You know I would have.”
Satoru has always been a bit more open with his possessiveness of Suguru so that shouldn’t come as a surprise, but he knows, instinctively, that Suguru is the same.
“I know,” Suguru sighs out and brushes his lips over Satoru’s forehead.
“So stop being stupid and get me back home, I’m in need of some comfort,” Satoru whines out, pouting up at Suguru for good measure, too, even though he damn well knows that Suguru would spoil him for the rest of the day anyway.
“Dinner and a movie?” Suguru asks and Satoru shrugs because he couldn’t care less about those things.
“As long as you’re there,” he gives back, even though he knows that Suguru is not going to let him out of his sight any time soon.
“Oh, I’m not going anywhere,” Suguru immediately replies and Satoru wriggles happily at that.
“Then dinner and a movie,” Satoru agrees because as long as Suguru is there he’d be fine with anything.
And the fact that Suguru doesn’t stop touching him even once the entire evening is only an added bonus.