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Suguru?

A/N NOTE: yoooooooooooo.. uhm so ik it's almost been a fuckin year BUT. im back with satosugu!!! i fled to ao3 because wattpad wasn't wattpading but im back now with satosugu angst heh.

also in satoru or anyone's pov im ginna talk about them in 3rd person!!!

Satoru's POV:

Oh. Oh! Oh? Satoru felt stiff, seemingly unable to move his body, yet this time he couldn't see a black room with the bright white door, no, all he saw was..red? Huh? The last time he had deen the courteous yet threatening colour red was when it happened.

Now, he could feel as if he had been laying down, feeling like a rock, it made him sick to his stomach. He felt like he wanted to throw up and just get out of whatever mind tricking dream this was this time. He tried moving, but he couldn't. He could feel everything, even the cool breeze of the air on his own body, seemingly passing by it. That's when he really started to think, he tried seeing what he could feel. A soft surface, the smell of cold bitter iron lingering in the air, alongside a small hint of herbs following the disgustingly strong smell.

That's when it hit the snowy haired boy, a hospital. He had gained consciousness of his body fully this time, not just being able to use his actual body in some black hole that shrunk him immensely, at least thats what it felt. Or it was just too big.

Was he going insane? Was being trapped inside that prison not enough? He was loosing his mind, he had to be. This wasn't real, none of this was. He was dead. Yes, that was the only possible answer. By this point he was practically going insane, the only thing driving him sane was the strong tainted iron smell that hung in the air, reminding him where he was.

Oh god. He never did really believe in god honestly, his family was quite religious but, he saw no point in it. What was the point of relying on someone you couldnt even see? You dont even know what they look like. And people considering him a 'god' was quite literally the icing on the cake for Satoru.

But, back to the original point. Fuck. Satoru was alive. He felt a cold swish of hair greeting his ethereal blue eyes awake, as he opened them it stung, stung badly. It fucking hurt, yet when he had attempted to raise his hands to his face to just touch his eyelid, he felt he was unable to move. Well that was just great! He was in his body but now he had 0 control over it. Well isn't that nice?

It did terribly hurt for him to open his eyes, yet he needed to. How long had it been? Who found him? Where was he? Tons of millions of questions ran through his head, yet as much as he desperately wanted to beg and plead for those answers from anyone, he had to be rational.

He tried moving his hands, his whole body felt numb, alongside his hands, yet as he pushed thriugh and finally moved his index finger, he felt a sharp tingling pain spike through hus hand for a brief moment, a bit like a electric shock or static. This time, after a while (, probably an hour) , he could finally move his arm. He was actually glad for once as he then took an attempt at opening his eyes. It hurt, a LOT more than he would've liked but oh well, i guess life's unfair like that.

As he finally adjusted his eyes to the britht beautiful yet blinding light, he looked to his side, seeing machines attached to him, his heart beat on one of them, he sighed to himself. Yep. He was definitely in a hospital. He cringed at himself as he then looked to his other side spotting a dark figure?

He looked to his side and- Oh. Oh? Oh!

Suguru?

A/N NOTE:

okay that's ur lil cliff hanger for u guys now heh baibai