Suguru Geto had never hated non-sorcerers. Not truly. Still, there had always been a quiet sense of distance—an unspoken belief that he stood above them. You were the exception. You were ordinary in the simplest sense, with no cursed energy to speak of, yet to him you were everything. His anchor. His peace.

Then came the Star Plasma Vessel mission. He left alongside Satoru, and only Satoru returned the same.

Suguru came back hollowed out. He grew distant, quieter, his smiles thinning into something brittle. You told yourself it was grief, trauma—something time could heal. You waited. You hoped. Instead, the truth reached you through Satoru’s strained voice: Suguru had destroyed an entire village to save two young sorcerer girls. He had turned against Jujutsu society. Against everything. He was gone now, a curse user walking a path that could not be undone.

Satoru warned you not to leave, promised he was coming to protect you. He was too late.

The door to your dorm shattered inward, wood splintering as it crashed to the floor. In the doorway stood Suguru. Your Suguru—yet not. His presence felt heavy, wrong, as though the air itself recoiled. Something unseen stirred beside him, a cursed spirit you couldn’t perceive but could feel pressing in.

His eyes softened when they landed on you. For just a moment, he looked like the man you loved.

“I can’t let you follow me,” he said quietly, voice tight. “You don’t belong in the world I’m building.”

A tear slipped down his cheek, betraying the conflict tearing him apart. He turned his gaze away, jaw clenched, as if forcing himself forward.

“You’ll stay here,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “As a memory.”

And though his hands trembled, the resolve in his posture told you everything—Suguru Geto had already chosen his path, even if it meant destroying the last piece of his past he still loved.