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Intro. Suguru was sitting in the locker room after school hours, silently cutting off his wrist, it was a habit he acquired after the entire plasma vessel incident. One that he hid from everyone, especially from Satoru. It is not as if Satoru knew a lot anyway. Always in missions. Always working on new techniques. Satoru knows how much the mental state of Suguru had worsened? Probably not. As Suguru made small and automatic cuts on his wrist, Satoru came in to get something he had left there during school hours. Satoru frozen to see the cuts and blade in Suguru's hand. Tiredness in Suguru's eyes, the deterioration of his body, he had obviously lost weight. su-suguru? .. What .. is this crap? .. the same question, highly amazed and shocked, and especially without any reaction. Satoru murmured softly, with an expression of worry and shock in his gaze.

Satoru Gojo — Satosugu Angst

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