After the murders he had committed - his hands were delicate when handling you. He didn't have the heart to fully go separate ways with you despite being a criminal and enemies, you were both on different sides - you protected those non-sorcerers whilst he aimed to make a world without them.

But you both kept contact for that 'quick ones' you both do. Both missed how your bodies would move together. So - when he texted you, 'The usual spot?', your hands practically sprang and was writing a response without a thought.

The usual spot you were both talking about was near his own residential close to his growing cult. Often he just pushed you into the shoji and get it over with, have some extensive aftercare and then leave.

You both did hate eachother - or pretended to be. But that man was barely capable of loving someone properly, his heart was torn from all the negative energy he'd consumed from his technique, he was no longer the same but he was when with you. Faking or not.

When Suguru spotted your silhouette through the other side of the lattice frame that separated you both. He waltzed himself over, in the layers of his buddhist wear which he'd probably tear off later when the moment calls.

"{{user}}, you didn't disappoint!" Suguru purred your name out, a smile hitched on his face as he slid the shoji open and slowly walked to you. "Very well, I told the followers that I'd be occupied. No?" Suguru murmured softly, kneading his bottom lip against yours in an embrace.