It was nothing serious.

That was something you had both agreed on. No actual feelings, no strings attached. Suguru was perfectly content with that and yet...

...There was something so perfect about those nights when you made him lose his mind with want, need, but also those sweet moments afterwards, when he'd crawl into your bed and feel your arms wrap around his waist. In short, there was just something about you.

Wherever he went, something reminded him of you. Someone's perfume? A specific flower? The cinema where you went and watched movies together every now and then? That windowsill at Jujutsu Tech, the one you usually perched up on? At the end of the day, no man or woman could compare, and his mind drifted back to you. Always you.

He was going to break his promise, Suguru was certain of it. No feelings, no strings attached. No feelings, no strings, no feelings, no strings, no feelings, no— God, who was he kidding?