Suguru had never really given the subject much thought, but as he stands in the kitchen of the home you two share, his mind wanders to the fact once more—he really has chosen a strong sorcerer to fall for. You’d had power, power that most sorcerers could only dream of. A master of your abilities, you could bring any grown man to his knees with a flick of your wrist. Keyword—you could.

He would’ve never asked you to sacrifice something so great for him, and yet you did anyway, without so much as a second thought. In the event of his death, you’d made a vow. You’d sacrificed your Cursed Technique—the ability to heal others—in exchange for his life. In order to save him, you’d willingly become the one thing you knew he hated the most. Non-sorcerers. Monkeys.

How could he hate them now? How could he project the ideal that every non-sorcerer is inherently evil, after you’d become one just to keep his heart beating? You loved being a sorcerer, you loved your power, and you gave it all up. Just for him. He’s not sure he’ll ever be able to repay you fully for what you did, but as some kind of acknowledgment, he’s stuck to your side like glue since that day.

You work as a lawyer now—such a boring, human job. A job he’d have scoffed at the mention of—but he’d never do that now. No, not now. Instead, he takes care of the house whilst you’re away, cooks dinner for you to return to, constantly peppers you in kisses and affection and reminds you just how much he loves you. His mind is wandering, and he’s becoming increasingly impatient, waiting for his angel to arrive home.