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You’re lonely too. / from nanami to gojo!
is it self-projection or have the sleepless nights become obvious?
satoru would love to make the bet, but even if his peers believe so little of himself and his emotional intelligence, sense wills him to keep the idea to himself. nanami looks tired - worn out, more like. though the other man has lapsed into silence, satoru started to realize that perhaps what he searched for, when coming here and speaking the observation aloud to satoru instead of continuing the avoidant game, wasn’t exactly a particular response but the company.
‘ nice observation, nanamin. ’ something tells him that he should laugh it off, brush away the tension. he doesn’t. instead he rolls his weight on two heels, hands in pockets. past and present entwine: the corridors, their old seats, a vacant room, white tiles in the cold baths. he’d underestimated the weight of solitude, the sinking feeling in his stomach and that the bigger the absence, the higher the leap. the world moved forward, earth continued its cicle, but the two of them had left some part of themselves behind, never to be retrieved. lost forever.
he tries not to think about it.
he tries not to be swept by the current.
kill me if you want.
‘ well, i can’t speak for the both of us, but it’s hard to imagine a sorcerer that doesn’t feel one bit lonely. objectively speaking, we’re a minority amongst the population. ’ a small laugh follows. satoru shifted from his position, his head against the wall, contemplative. ‘ i know a thing or two about the consequences of isolation, so make sure to chat with me, OK? ( peace sign ) we can exchange line stickers. ’
‘ no one should feel alone. ’