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Where he rose, she fell
though, she dwells
maybe he still smokes my malbro red
It was an april night, a strange and cold one.
she had been on her balcony, gently smoking off her malboro red.
"Still smoking, i see"
Shoko stayed silent, looking ahead at the horizon.
"Aren't you a criminal?" she paused.
"what do you want with me?" She said casually, as she would have said at any thursday.
"I'm just here to try my luck" He answered with a grin plastered on his face just like many years ago,
one that once, was genuine.
'I should ask if you're innocent" She blew off the last word while looking at the pretty circles of smoke that framed his pretty face.
he sneared
"unfortunatly, no"
"should i ask why you did it?"
"i want to create a world only for jujutsu sorcerers"
Shoko hummed along his words, looking down at a passing homeless woman and looked before finally asking;
"why did you leave?"
Geto smiled ever so softly blowing off a warm circle of smoke to frame her darkened eyes.
He did not answer.
until he did.
"i'm not a child anymore, i don't expect people to understand me"
reciprocating her stare before leaning over and gently pressing the bright tip of his cigarette to the burning red of hers.
like a kiss, he murmured under his breath,
an intimate sign of commemoration,
reserved for her,
not for gojo,
not for anyone else
Her lids slightly dropped as the bags under her eyes creased.
"you shouldn't do that, Suguru" she called him by his name after many years, like burnt cinnamon on her tongue.
"I know, Shoko" he smiled hautingly, the moon glistened on his pretty face,
pretty eyes, pretty lips, pretty everything.
She exhaled and flicked her cigar off the balcony "I'm going to sleep, suit yourself"
His eyes followed her frame to the bathroom where she quickly brushed off the bitter mix of cinnamon and cigar with a toothbrush. As if i'd wash away the taste.
As if
As Shoko steps out of the bathroom, he gently walks up behind to wraps his arms around her placated sternum "Haven't missed me?".
She looks up and stares at the mole just under his jaw.
he takes her chin and directs her face to the mirror, facing their flickering reflection.
He rests his chin on the crown of her head and smiles fondly.
Silent follows and finally and softly squeezes his arm.
is this her silent answer?
His grin widens "you did." leaning down to nuzzle her cheek yet, she escapes his embrace and prepares herself for bed.
her head hits her pillow, ashfall eyes slowly start to close,
but in her haze, she searches his face for something before sliding off to sleep.
He stares at her unmoving figure for
seconds, minutes, hours
wearing that disgustingly peaceful expression.
Yet, it was an april night, a strange and cold one.
And that night, he stayed,
on her balcony
waiting.