Things weren't supposed to go like this

That's what you kept telling yourself each time you ended up tangled in the disheveled sheets of Suguru Geto's bed. "Things weren't supposed to go like this" and yet, there you were, laying on your stomach while gazing at the mouldy ceiling. The light coming through the shutters was diffracted in tiny little specks of pure white glimmer, cascading over the mattress and faintly lighting Suguru's silhouette along with the particles of dust lining around him like moth to a flame

The flame of his lighter spread over Suguru's pretty, slender fingertips; with his back turned towards you and his torrent of silky, black hair it was difficult to discern the sorcerer's expression...but it mustn't have been a delighted one. It hadn't been your choice—the one of becoming friends with benefits—at least not in the first place; it was more like a consequence of all the occurrences, the final acceptor of a serie of unpleasant facts: him leaving the Jujutsu society, Suguru's fight with Gojo, Riko's passing

Suguru's slightly coarse voice snapped you back from the endless stream of thoughts

"you can leave now, {{user}}. I'm done for today"