Chapter Text
It was another uneventful day for Suguru. however, the highlight about his day was going on a mission with Satoru and fucking around like it's a routine.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Suguru sat slumped over a bench in exhaustion. Satoru was busy at the nearest vending machine buying sugary drinks, it was a serene moment that made Suguru feel at peace with the world, if only for a moment.
"Suguru, do you want anything?" Satoru offered in a polite query, however, Suguru stayed silent; he was busy dozing off. however, Satoru was not one to give up easily, especially when it came to getting a response from Suguru. Satoru was determined to keep calling for the raven haired male til he succeeded. His pride wouldn't let him walk away without getting what he wanted, so he persisted in his efforts with each call louder and more persistent then the last til he broke through Suguru's drowsy slumber.
"Suguru, Suguru. Suguru! SUGURU!"
"..Huh?"
"Which drink do you want?!" Satoru snapped, clearly annoyed at Suguru's lack of attention.
"Anything."
"..."
*Sigh*
After a few moments, Satoru slumped onto the bench beside Suguru, pressing a cold soda can onto his face as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Startled by the cold soda can touching his face, Suguru shouted, "Dude!" before clutching onto his cheek in surprise. Satoru's grin was evident as he looked at the smaller male, who had just been jolted awake.
"whaat?" he replied, Suguru scowled before snatching the soda can out of his hands, not even giving him a chance to retort.
Suguru took a moment to carefully examine the soda can, remembering when Satoru had shaken it last time. After a moment of consideration, he opened it and took a sip.
Satoru's gaze was fixed on Suguru as he took a drink from the soda. "If you fall asleep again, I'll draw on your face," he said with a teasing grin, Suguru rolled his eyes in response, playfully nudging him in the elbow.
Satoru immediately retaliated, wrapping Suguru in a tight hug. Suguru was visibly surprised and attempted to squirm away, only for Satoru to tighten the embrace and whisper a soft 'no' in his ear, to which Suguru simply huffed in response, knowing it was futile.
Suguru gave Satoru a skeptical look before questioning him, "..you wouldn't dare, right.?"
Suguru was unsure if Satoru would actually go through with his promise of drawing on his face, but Satoru's smirk caused him to shudder a bit in his friend's grip.
"..."
Satoru gazed down at Suguru with a sly grin and replied, "we'll see about that," before pulling out a bright red marker, this prompted Suguru to break free of Satoru and run away. As he ran, Suguru heard laughter coming from behind him. He sighed and turned a corner quickly to hide. He pressed himself against the wall and held his breath, hoping that Satoru wouldn't find him.
After a moment of silence, Suguru sighed in relief, lowering himself to the ground and curling up into a ball, pulling his knees against his chest and closing his eyes. As he drifted away into a deep sleep, he heard Satoru calling for him and chuckled, knowing that his friend was still searching for him.
Suguru's eyelids fluttered open slowly. With an unsteady hand, he rubbed his eyes to clear the haziness in his vision. His arms were crossed, a sure sign of his fatigue. As he sat up, he noticed he wasn't at Jujutsu high anymore. Instead, he was sitting on a crowded city bench. His head was still heavy, so he blinked a bit to clear it.
"..Where am I.?" He wondered aloud as he looked around in confusion
A sense of confusion washed over Suguru as he looked around and noticed that he was in a completely different place. With his vision finally clear, he spotted a nearby billboard that said '2018'. Was this a dream? No, it felt too real. But how did he get here? He had been at Jujutsu High just a moment ago. He rubbed his eyes are started to question everything he knew.
After a moment of staring at the billboard in confusion, Suguru finally managed to piece two and two together. Apparently, he had just accidentally traveled through time, something which he had previously thought to be impossible. But now, the possibilities were endless, and Suguru had only one thing on his mind: to get back to Jujutsu high. He called a cab and waited for it to arrive, eager to finally get some answers.
After a long car ride and a hefty fare, Suguru arrived at Jujutsu High. To his surprise, the school looked almost unchanged, except for the huge talking panda he saw running around earlier. After he entered the school Torii gates, the campus was eerily empty looking.
From the corner of Suguru's eye, he spotted a tall man in uniform, a mask covering his eyes, and a phone busy at work. With his white hair and his aura, there was no doubt in mind that it was Satoru. Taking a hand from his pocket, Suguru waved and called out,
"Yo! Satoru," Suguru shouted to get Satoru's attention with a bright smile, baring his teeth. He was glad to see his best friend after all.
Satoru turned around but froze.
"..."
Satoru slowly pulled his black blindfold off and stared at Suguru, a look of shock and confusion painted on his face. His eyes were wide with surprise, and his mouth hung slightly open as he tried to process what he was seeing. Suguru looked exactly the same as Satoru remembered him, his bright smile, his bangs hanging from his face, and even his scent. But this was impossible. Suguru was supposed to be dead, so how was he even here in the first place? is it a fake? A transformation technique? This doesn't make sense.
Suguru tilted his head in confusion and questioned, "Is something wrong, Satoru?" It was strange that his best friend was reacting this way. Suguru had expected him to be surprised, but not this much. He didn't understand why Satoru was so shocked by his presence, and began to hope it wasn't a bad sign.
"Suguru..?"
"Yes, Satoru?"