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Reverse cursed energy circuits: otherwise known as soulmates are when two individuals have a consistent stream of reversed cursed energy flowing between them, the benefits from this can vary depending on the levels of cursed energy the people possess. Anything from just feeling more energized to being able to heal from lethal injuries just by being near your other half can happen. This is very common among the general population but exceedingly rare among Jujutsu sorcerers. There are very few who can view the flow of reversed cursed energy, the Six-Eyes being one of them.
And Satoru was thinking about how best to explain all this to Suguru when he wakes up, ‘If he wakes up’ his brain unhelpfully supplied. Suguru had gotten injured, very badly on a mission, so there Satoru was, sitting at his bed side as per Shoko’s instructions/orders. “Suguru you better wake up soon or I’ll kick your ass.” He mutters his tone laced with worry despite knowing no one can hear him.
It was about noon now, Shoko came into the room to check the comatose Suguru. “Doc, when is he gonna wake up? I got things to do Shoko.” He asks lazily, putting on a front to seem unbothered but both of them knew that wasn’t the case. “Our sleeping beauty over here should wake up soon, it’d be faster if you had skin on skin contact but apparently holding hands is too scandalous for the o so great Gojo Satoru.” Shoko deadpans, taking a drag of her cigarette. “Oh fuck off Shoko, this isn’t the time.” He grumbles, reluctantly holding Suguru’s hand. Satoru was a very tactile person by nature, but seeing Suguru like this, unmoving and hooked up to machines was scary, as stupid as that sounds.
Satoru couldn’t stomach looking at his best friend for much longer, this wasn’t right, Suguru was supposed to be moving, joking, sparring with him, not this. His gaze drifted towards the window, which looked out onto the campus, which was empty as per usual since there were so few students. The clouds hung heavy in the sky, reminiscent of Satoru’s own mood. He thinks back to the mission report he read, Suguru had been almost killed by a curse. It was a weak one, only second grade, but its technique was the interesting part. It was able to create a near perfect illusion of what someone truly wanted. Satoru couldn’t help but wonder what was so enticing to Suguru that he let this curse almost kill him.
The sky had darkened even more, a slight drizzle of rain pitter-pattered against the roof of the building, creating a calm but somber ambience. Satoru squeezed Suguru’s hand, hoping that he’d wake up sooner than later so things could go back to normal. His gaze drifted back to Suguru, tracing over the slope of his nose and his neutral expression; down to his chest which was thankfully still moving up and down. Satoru sighed and stretched out his legs, looking up to the ceiling for anything to do. “Hey Suguru?” No reply, so he paused for a second before starting to ramble. “You need to come back, I know Shoko said you’d be fine but you’ve been gone for a week, all these missions are stressing me out without you to help out.” Satoru knows damn well that’s not the truth, even when no one can hear he’s still too much of a coward to say what’s on his mind. He focused his eyes, following the colors and flow of the reverse cursed energy running between them like an electrical circuit. Satoru wants to say so much, but words elude him. So he says the first thing on his mind. “When you’re back you owe me your baking for making me worry so much.”
Satoru eventually fell asleep at Suguru’s bedside, not wanting to leave despite the discomfort. His dreams consisted of a certain black haired sorcerer, even in his sleep his heart ached for him to come back.