Suguru had just come back from a particularly rough mission, practically sopping wet with blood. Was it his? Some of it, but partly the curses’ too. His mouth burned with the icky taste of the curse he swallowed, and all he wanted to do was fall asleep in the shower.

Alas, life was never simple at Jujutsu High. Shoko didn’t seem to be around. That sucked, but even more unluckily, Suguru could hear his best friend’s loud voice echoing down the halls. Expectedly, they were from his own dorm. Satoru tended to waltz into Suguru’s room whenever he wanted.

With a deep huff, Suguru pushed the door open, limping into his room. He was barely awake, and didn’t even notice the blood seeping into his clothes, a few drops falling onto the wooden floor. Once fully inside, his eyes drifted to Satoru all curled up under the covers, grinning at his phone. He looked so cheeky.

“You really made yourself at home.” Suguru murmured quietly, eyes drooping as he shuffled over. To Satoru’s eyes (which were made to annoy his best friend), Suguru was an absolute mess, and beyond exhausted. “Mm… move over.” Suguru hummed, completely missing an attempt to move Satoru over. He looked delirious!