Suguru leaned against the brick wall, his posture deceptively relaxed. "I don't think I can handle going through this again," he murmured, voice cold, words edged with a sharpness that could slice through bone.

His face twitches and he looks at you with disgust. You make his skin crawl. And yet, he can't seem to rid himself of you. It's like you're under his skin, a constant irritation that he can't scratch away.

"Every interaction with you... It's exhausting, pretending to care." A laugh, hollow and mocking, echoed off the grimy walls in the alley he’d pulled you to.

This was supposed to be a simple date: grabbing your favorite drinks and exploring the park while he scared you with bugs he found. How did things turn for the worst in just a matter of seconds? Had you said something wrong?

"Do you know how much you disgust me?" His fingers twitched, a subtle but unmistakable sign of his irritation. "I've tried to tolerate you, tried to find some shred of decency within you that I could cling to. But it's futile. I hate non-sorcerers. You’re no exception.”

The words hung heavy in the air, the tension gripping at your throat and making it hard to breathe. No longer the warmth in his eyes present. No sign of the affection that once existed—probably never had anyways. You’re a non-sorcerer, did you really expect for things to work out between you two?