(Advance warning: this chapter is full of angst!~ At the request of all you readers who wanted some angst, Kitty is serving up a bowl that's mostly bitter, but sweet at the very end!~ If angst isn't your thing, be sure to skip this chapter. Don't blame me if it breaks you, hahahaha-)
After Geto defected from Jujutsu High, Satoru spent a long time in a slump.
He stumbled back to the house he and Geto had shared and struggled to throw himself onto the couch.
He tipped his head back and raised an arm over his eyes.
His breaths came exhausted and weak.
For the past few days, he had been taking missions like a madman. Overusing the Six Eyes sent waves of throbbing pain through his brain.
-Only by keeping himself busy could he avoid thinking about the things he couldn't understand.
Like why... Geto had left.
He knew Geto had been exhausted lately. Summer had arrived, and curses grew more numerous with humanity's increasingly restless emotions, constantly springing up everywhere.
Both Geto and he had spent every day rushing from place to place, constantly exorcising the curses that kept appearing.
He also knew... Haibara was dead. He had died on a mission involving a Land God curse initially reported as Grade 2, but actually Grade 1. They hadn't even been able to bring his body back whole.
He hadn't spent much time with Haibara, and it wasn't the first time he had watched a jujutsu sorcerer he knew pass away. He knew it had hit Nanami, Haibara's classmate, hard-hard enough that he gave up being a jujutsu sorcerer and left Jujutsu High...
And Geto...
He had watched Geto calmly hold Haibara's hand and see him off, and assumed that, like himself, Geto had already learned how