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i do not fear ridicule. i never have. ( Gojo and Nagumo )
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‘ well, surrendering it won’t be of much help, either. i say pick your poison. ’
always terse. always mocking. it’s become a ritual to them, this back and forth exchange of mild amusement and mild sarcasm. satoru’s especially fond of the times when nagumo is less forgiving, when the words cut deep like knives on tender flesh. morbid comparison. before his mind loses its tracks, satoru lets out a big exhale, shoulders hunched in a dramatic gesture as long legs catch up to nagumo’s pace on the sidewalk.
‘ what’s it to you, though? never thought you’d be the type to worry about that sort of thing. unless you’re hiding your cute self. are you a tsundere? ’ he says with a grin.
lamp lights haloed their shapes, two tall men moving through the crowd. blending with their surroundings comes easy in the anonymity provided by the rush-hour waves made of tired salarymen, students, workers of all kinds returning to their homes. they stop by the intersection, lights turning red.
engines rev up. cars begin to move.
‘ pride’s just as important as power. you can’t really separate one from the other. isn’t that scary? strength that doesn’t make you proud is a burden. if you’re raised to become a weapon or a top class assassin, the very least you should do is to have something to show for it. for pride’s sake. otherwise that’d just be a pretty empty life. ’
the red man changes its color, turning to neon green. satoru takes a couple steps, notices that nagumo isn’t moving from his place and turns around, head tilts slightly to the side.
‘ you’re not coming? ’