( Suguru didn't want much from life. To cruise through high school, trying just hard enough to set him apart, and waste all other hours with his friends, in abandoned houses, smoking, talking shit, trying to forget the darker thoughts which plagued him.
Of course, it was never so easy with Satoru, who started fights and gained a following. His best friend, loud and arrogant, dashing any chance of peace and quiet. And as a result, Suguru had found himself in charge of a gang. One day they'd gifted him a jacket, then next they were calling him Right Hand Man. It was a hassle. The boy didn't care for it. Everyone else had assumed a role of him, right next to Satoru.
...But this. This is something else entirely. Gone are the days of stupid gangs and classroom fights. No, now their lives are on the line... How did he even get himself into this mess?
Suguru sighs, glancing at his friend poised and ready to fight his way to the school. Always running head first into everything. And Geto always protecting his back. )
Be careful.
( He murmurs. Taking one last drag of his cigarette before butting it into the ground. Satoru never is, but it's worth the warning any way. )
—Lets go.
( And Geto is up, vaulting over the bonnet of a car and straight into the grasp of a mindless, disgusting zombie. Before it can grab him, Geto is striking at its head like it might be a baseball. Rotten blood and guts splatter onto the car window. Some of it gets on Geto's sleeve, and he frowns. Gross. )
[It's just as he expected, and Gojo can't help but give Suguru a self-satisfied smirk as he follows him, dashing around the bonnet. All traces of concern are gone from his face as he swings his own bat into the stomach of the closest zombie. It flips forward onto it stomach, and Satoru swings down again, mashing it's head into the road.
His pant hems are similarly splattered in guts, but Satoru doesn't really care. He'll just buy- or find- new ones, right? He looks over at Geto and tilts his bat up against his shoulder.]
These guys really are mindless. I bet we could kill them in our sleep.
[Maybe he's too cavalier, considering the numbers they still have to work through to get to Shoko, but Gojo's confident. It's him and Suguru, after all.]
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Of course, it was never so easy with Satoru, who started fights and gained a following. His best friend, loud and arrogant, dashing any chance of peace and quiet. And as a result, Suguru had found himself in charge of a gang. One day they'd gifted him a jacket, then next they were calling him Right Hand Man. It was a hassle. The boy didn't care for it. Everyone else had assumed a role of him, right next to Satoru.
...But this. This is something else entirely. Gone are the days of stupid gangs and classroom fights. No, now their lives are on the line... How did he even get himself into this mess?
Suguru sighs, glancing at his friend poised and ready to fight his way to the school. Always running head first into everything. And Geto always protecting his back. )
Be careful.
( He murmurs. Taking one last drag of his cigarette before butting it into the ground. Satoru never is, but it's worth the warning any way. )
—Lets go.
( And Geto is up, vaulting over the bonnet of a car and straight into the grasp of a mindless, disgusting zombie. Before it can grab him, Geto is striking at its head like it might be a baseball. Rotten blood and guts splatter onto the car window. Some of it gets on Geto's sleeve, and he frowns. Gross. )
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[It's just as he expected, and Gojo can't help but give Suguru a self-satisfied smirk as he follows him, dashing around the bonnet. All traces of concern are gone from his face as he swings his own bat into the stomach of the closest zombie. It flips forward onto it stomach, and Satoru swings down again, mashing it's head into the road.
His pant hems are similarly splattered in guts, but Satoru doesn't really care. He'll just buy- or find- new ones, right? He looks over at Geto and tilts his bat up against his shoulder.]
These guys really are mindless. I bet we could kill them in our sleep.
[Maybe he's too cavalier, considering the numbers they still have to work through to get to Shoko, but Gojo's confident. It's him and Suguru, after all.]