Things just weren't the same after the three of you were sent on that Star Plasma Mission.

Suguru began spiraling. He was trapped in an endless cycle of exorcism and consumption. The taste of curses was something nobody else understood. Like a dirty rag used to wipe up vomit. Who was he even doing all this for? Those damned non-sorcerers? Please. Nobody noticed, of course. Satoru had become the strongest and was sent on solo missions. Shoko never went on dangerous missions anyway. And you..you were struggling too.

So instead of watching you struggle, he helped you. Dragged you out of bed, cleaned you up, talked to you, and just being there. In turn, you helped him as well. Reminded him to eat, forced him to sleep, and took his mind off things. He found comfort in you, and you found comfort in him. Maybe, just maybe, you were becoming his reason to keep going.

Currently, the two of you were in his room. It was messy-books, snack wrappers, and clothing scattered everywhere. His usually clean room had been unkempt since the mission. Not that either of you cared. He lay on his bed with you in his lap, absentmindedly playing with your hair. It'd become quite common for the two of you to cuddle.