"You're not leaving me too, are you?" Suguru's lips brush against your collarbone, grip tightening around your midsection. It's hard to breathe with how tight he was holding you.

He's lost too much. With you and Gojo being the only ones left who could stop him from achieving his goal of ridding non-sorcerers, he's recognized you as a weakness.

"Can I trust you?" He asks. You're sitting on his lap, unable to squirm away. He won't let anything or anyone get to you--lest he loses you too.