Ill continue this tmrw :)

Sake popping it open pouring some for himself before hovering over Satoru's cup. "You want some? You dont seem like the type to drink alcohol since all you eat is pure sugar"

Satoru scowled "Then why didya ask?" The other man hummed shrugging before pouring sake for Satoru.

Stupid fucker.

Satoru looked up at Suguru mouth opening about to respond with a simple "yes" that never rolled off of his tongue, instead saying -

"Why would I?" Satoru asked lips curling down. Suguru's face contored seemingly hurt by the answer he received.

He sat down beside Satoru grabbing the bottle of +

Slid open before sliding shut. Here Suguru was in his monk robes that were ironically the same name as his last name.

Satoru could feel the smirk on Suguru's lip. He shivered. He shoudlve known to never back here.

"Never actually thought that you would come visit me, missed me?"

Religous cult.

It of course had to be named over the mission that clearly destoryed the both of them.

Mostly Suguru.

Satoru could still feel the stings of his scars that was in the back of his name, across his whole torso and the top of his forehead that was covered.

The shoji on his right

Of the shoji illuminated onto Satoru's pale skin. His fingers gently ran over the rim of the ochako that was on the kotatsu.

His eyes narrowed underneath his bandages wondering to himself - What was Suguru planning? The man had contacted him last night and sent him the location of the star -

Satoru doesnt even *remember* the last time he and Suguru spoken in a manner where they actually felt like bestfriends again back in 2007 - it felt weird to say the least.

Talking with your ex bestfriend (or lover) after years not speaking yet here he was with Suguru sitting at kotatsu the screen-