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The Last Cigarette- Suguru Geto

TW: Smoking and mentions of murder.

FYI: Fem!Reader (Can be read as GN but there is a mention of reproducing) Suguru smokes a lot here. It's a bit melancholy but not angsty. It's a short story. He might be ooc. Please enjoy!

(Was listening to that song while making this)

You huffed your cigarette on the tile floor of your small bathroom. The smoke filled the white room like the fog in your head. "You're inhaling pretty deeply." You said, gazing at the melancholy man beside you who sucked in the polluted cloud of smoke in the most refreshing way possible, the smoke being his water. He did not answer you. You notice the bags under his sharp eyes, identical to your own. You wanted him to tell you why he was this way, why he mirrored you so much.

A sigh escaped his lips, a tired sigh. "I'm going to kill the weak." He stated casually as if he was set on this miserable goal. "What happened to protecting the weak?" You questioned, lighting another cigarette. You had wondered what happened to make his morals shift, a man who believed in protecting the weak. You gently tucked his long bang behind his ear, sliding your fingertips down to his large earring. What a beauty he was and he never understood his true value. He simply shrugged and grasped your hand, blowing smoke near your face. "I've changed."

"Clearly." You marked sarcastically. "It's for the better. I'll make a better world." His brows furrowed a bit. He didn't bother to show his beautiful smile, not anymore. You realized how sensitive he had become. Perhaps you just noticed how numb he was to it. "I'll create a new world for sorcerers." He paused and inhaled deeply before exhaling the smoke with a disappointed sigh. This was his way of clearing the fog in his head. "Are you with me?" He turned to face you slightly and you caught a glimpse of those tired eyes. They were pleading with you, almost begging you to join him. You've been through a lot of Suguru and you've never left his side, always a real one to him. Now he was asking you to do the same on a bigger scale, on a scale that could potentially kill your family and friends. "Suguru, I'm the only sorcerer in my family..." You inquired, hoping he'd get the hint. "I'm not going to make exceptions." He said almost too quickly. Were you really going to let your family die for your friend? Of course you had questions!

"Okay let's say I did decide to go with you. What about Satoru? What about Shoko?" You grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. "I don't want Satoru to know and Shoko doesn't want to be part of this." He looked at you with empty eyes, clearly upset about it.

"We get rid of all those people, there would only be a handful of sorcerers. What then?"

"Then we create a world for ourselves."

"How do you think we'll live? We'll just die out?"

"We'll reproduce."

"What if I don't like anyone that's left enough to have their kids?"

"You like me enough. And everyone likes Satoru."

"What if I don't like you enough?"

He laughed as if what you said was funny. He presses his face in your hands and looks at you with puppy eyes. "You don't like me?" He whines as you pinched his cheeks. "That's a fair point, you already know my type." You sighed. "What about my siblings? Can I at least keep them with me?" He frowned and shook his head no. "They'll just make more normal people."

You let go of his face and the two of you stare at the florescent lights of your bathroom. You both remained silent as you contemplated this. You didn't want to lose your family but Suguru was promising you a new one with him. You couldn't just kill the people who raised you and the people you grew up with right?

An hour or two had passed, maybe, you lost count, you didn't keep track. You reached to grab another cigarette. "Ah...last one." You looked up at the pale man before you who had already finished his long before you. You tuck to cigarette between his lips and light it, watching the tip burn and crumble into ash. You gazed at his soft lips and wondered if they would crack from all the smoking he was doing. If the smoke was only hurting him. "I'll join you." You whispered, watching him burn out the cigarette.

The tiled floor was littered in used cigarettes and empty pepsi cans. He pressed his head on your shoulder, nuzzling against you for warmth. "I killed a village, I killed my parents, I killed a group..." He muttered against your skin. You wanted to feel bad, you wanted to yell at him. "Look at me..." He hugged you tight, embracing you for your attention. He squeezed your heart and made it bleed. "I'll be with you no matter what." You take the cigarette from him and smoke the rest.

(I hope you enjoyed this short story of geto telling yall his plan!)

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