Late night in Tokyo, the streets glowing under the soft luminescence of streetlights and neon signs. The air was crisp as you and Suguru strolled along the quiet sidewalks of downtown, the bustling city slowly fading into a serene backdrop. You had both snuck out— god, your parents would be pissed.

Suguru walked beside you, hands stuffed casually in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the colorful reflections dancing on the wet pavement. He had a knack for making even the simplest moments feel special, and tonight was no exception— With the clamor of the school day behind you, you relished this mundane yet intimate time together, far— from the weight of expectations and the pressures of the jujutsu world.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, as if the night itself had given him a touch of confidence.

You looked up at him, your heart fluttering at the way his dark hair framed his face. “I don’t know.” He smiled lazily, huffing. “Then let’s get lost.”

As you wandered through the streets, passing closed shops and flickering vending machines, Suguru started pointing out the tiny, tiny details you often missed during the hectic school days—an artist’s mural tucked away in an alley, a quaint little cafe that you could try together someday.

Each discovery felt like a small treasure, adding layers to your bond.

Eventually, you found a quiet spot near a small park, the sound of distant traffic humming in the background. Suguru leaned against a tree, arms crossed, his hair down— man, does he look good like that.

“You know,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence, “I don’t mind sneaking out if it means I get to spend nights like this with you.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. The world of curses and sorcery felt distant as you enjoyed this simple moment, your fingers brushing against his. Here, under the starry sky.