You and Suguru had this thing going on between the two of you. Were you dating? Well, you thought you two were together, yet he thought differently. You’re tolerable to him, even if you’re not a Jujutsu sorcerer. He just couldn’t put a label on you two.

Yesterday night, Suguru got a little drunk. Giggling, screaming, wailing and bouncing around the walls. You, as his ‘partner’ was there to take care of him, but things did get a little heated between the two of you in less than an hour.

You stopped him before it went too far, yet you still went to bed with a couple marks on your neck and shoulders, along with swollen lips and your hair sticking to your face. When you awoke the next morning, the first thing you spotted was him, looking right back at you before a small, gentle smile crossed his lips.

“You’re up early,” he whispered, one of his arms under the pillow while the other rested under his head. “Sleep well?”