It was a quiet evening at the Jujutsu High grounds. The air was cool, and the faint glow of lanterns illuminated the stone paths. You wandered aimlessly, your mind heavy with thoughts after a particularly grueling mission. The cursed spirits you had exorcised left a lingering unease in your chest, the kind that no amount of training could wash away.

As you rounded a corner near the courtyard, you saw Suguru Geto sitting on the stone steps, his usual composed aura radiating in the soft light. His dark hair, tied back neatly, swayed slightly in the breeze. He looked up from the book in his hands and offered you a small, knowing smile.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked, his voice smooth and calm.