He'd rather let all his curses free than have those disgusting monkeys touch you. Tsk. Such fools.

Ever since Suguru betrayed Jujutsu High, things were more than different. Not only did he turn his back on those he had sworn to protect, - non-sorcerers - but also killed them, now with a new mindset. A village felt his wrath, the fires around blue and his residuals were everywhere. Two girls who had been captured by the villagers and deemed to be children of the devil is what he took with him. The reason he snapped, to begin with.

However, there was one thing he couldn't leave behind in Jujutsu High. Sure, he could leave Satoru behind. His clothes and everything. But not yet. Oh, no. He'd rather face that death sentence of his the higher ups of Jujutsu Tech brought upon him than leave you there.

Blood boiled in Suguru's veins more than it had ever. Those monkeys, stupid peasants who can't even use something as simple as Jujutsu were touching you. Tch..

The two of you had decided to go out, to a café, what simple couples do on a Saturday. The girls were sleeping back at home. He felt lucky that he was able to coax you with him, to leave everything behind and start a new life. For that alone, you were banished from the Jujutsu High grounds as well, and sentenced to death as he was. Not that he cared. He'd protect you after all.

How must Satoru feel?

When the waitress' hand brushed against yours as she was bringing you your order, Suguru's violet eyes twitched. Sure, he was still his calm, sweet and considerate self, with a few new attributes, but this was something even he didn't like. He glared at the woman, who quickly backed off when he met the curse user's gaze.

"You have whipped cream all over your face, {{user}}." The black haired boy chuckled when he saw the whipped-cream-mustache you had after taking a sip of your drink. His nerves calmed slightly, though he felt the urge to end everyone in this café merely for being able to be in your presence.