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Happy birthday @suspicious-whumping-egg!!!! Per your lovely request, I give you Le Torture
The request:
A team watches behind a one way mirror as their leader is interrogated. To their horror, the leader offers to betray the team and give up their plans, the locations of their safehouses, everything. Unbeknownst to the leader’s teammates, this is the only way that they will all be kept alive. The leader gave the information up to save their lives, but the team thinks they betrayed them in cold blood. Leader has been warned that if the team knows of the deal they cut with the enemy, said deal will be struck and the team will be killed. The leader is then thrown back into the cell with the others. What will their team do to them?
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The hero shifted their wrists in the cuffs, fastened to the arms of the chair they were strapped down to, and tried not to look at the mirror dominating one wall of the room. Their team watched from the other side, but the hero wasn’t supposed to know that.
At least, that’s what the villain had told them to act like. All that was left now was to wait. The villain had told them what would happen ahead of time, of course.
“We’re going to have a little interrogation, dear hero,” They’d said as they fastened the hero to the chair, torso, then arms, then legs. “And you’re going to answer all my questions, as best you can.”
The hero glared at them. They knew the villain was insane, but not that insane. “What makes you think I’ll do that?”
“Do you see the mirror, love?”
“Yes, of course I see the mirror, it’s the only goddamn thing in here-”
The villain cut them off. “I’m going to put your team behind it, and they’re going to watch. If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll know, and they’ll die. One for each question you lie about, and if you tell them, they all die. Sound fair?”
The hero jerked against their bonds, despite the bruises it would likely lead to later. “No, no it fucking doesn’t, you can’t just-”
“I can, and I will. I’ll see you in a minute, love. Try not to panic too terribly until then.” The door shut loudly behind them, and the hero’s hands clenched into fists.
The door opened, and the villain entered again, sitting down in the (much more comfortable-looking) chair across from them.
“Hello, dearest. I’ve got a couple questions for you.” They spoke quietly, as if trying to calm a frightened animal, or talking to a child. The hero tensed, but didn’t move. They didn’t look up.
“Let’s start with your team. Full names, please.” The hero listed them, slowly, one by one. They didn’t protest, they didn’t lash out, and they absolutely did not look at the glass. The team shouldn’t have to see their face, not now.
“What’s the contingency plan, should you all be captured?”
The hero clenched their teeth. “They’ll pull heroes in from the next district. Control gives us a timeframe of rescue before each mission, and if we’re not rescued by then, there’s killswitch pills. We keep them tucked in the back of our cheeks.”
“Spit it out.” The hero glared, but wiggled it out from the back of their mouth and spat it wetly onto the table. They could practically feel their team glaring daggers at them.
“Where’s your base?”
The hero let out a breath. They could answer that question in a way that wouldn’t make their team hate them, at least. “HQ is public knowledge. You know where it is.”
“And I know you’ve got a base, too. I’ll let that one slide, but don’t get cocky with me.”
The hero felt sick. They couldn’t even omit details, could they?“...It’s on the coast.” They gave the address, and how to get into the bunker underneath. The password was their team’s initials.
The interrogation went on far too long, even after the hero’s sickness turned to nausea, turned to dizziness. The villain pried every word, every detail out, and as much as they hated it, it got easier after a while. They could pretend that they were talking to their team, instead. Pretend they weren’t telling the villain anything they didn’t already know.
It ended, eventually, blessedly. The villain left, presumably to guide their team out, then came back for the hero. Their hands were gentle as they undid the restraints, rubbed over the marks in their skin. Their brow furrowed, though, when the villain didn’t fasten them into cuffs.
Then it occurred to them that their team would only hate them more if they walked in unrestrained. That they’d look favored.
And sure enough, when the villain brought them back to the cell where their team was waiting, they left them with an extra bottle of water and a kiss on the forehead.
It was all the hero could do to keep from crying when they saw the way their team looked at them, but there was no doubt that the villain was watching to see if they’d spill. They couldn’t, not now.
The hero walked back to their bunk, footsteps quiet, and climbed in with their back to the team. They couldn’t see their faces, not now. Their team was murmuring amongst themselves, but the hero only pulled their thin pillow over their head.
This was only the beginning.
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'It was late spring, the first time all year that the sunshine had any real strength behind it. Satoru was wittering on about something inane as always — Tentomon or something equally ridiculous.
There was nothing special about the moment. Not really. Except for the fact that Satoru had shrugged off his jacket in the heat. It was draped around his shoulders just so, exposing the long column of his throat, pale after a long winter.
Really, there was nothing special about the moment. But when Suguru looked at the boy silhouetted against the spring sky, bright and blue and boundless and beautiful — just like his eyes, Suguru thought — his heart skipped a beat all the same.
With all the sight afforded to him, Satoru never missed a thing. So it was risky, what Suguru did. Later, when he was looking at his new phone wallpaper under the cover of darkness, grinning like an idiot, he'd wonder how he ever got away with it.
Yet, if Suguru's yearning to capture that perfectly ordinary moment forever was stronger than all reason, perhaps it was stronger than the Six Eyes, too. After all, not even Satoru could stop time.'
- by my beloved @fushiglow ♥
(( also glo says: FUN FACT! Tentomon is voiced by Suguru's VA — ergo it's Satoru's favourite Digimon, obviously ))
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freshly added headcanons:
• gojo at some point randomly barged into sugurus room and put glowy stickers all over his ceiling
• suguru has gojo as his phone wallpaper, but keeps it a secret
• suguru is a hamasaki ayumi fan
• the cinnamoroll phone charm is from gojo who spent almost an eternity getting that out of a gatcha machine for him
• they were happy
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