It's been a while since you noticed that something was wrong with Suguru. He's been losing weight, looking more tired every day, and his bun was messier than it used to be.

After a mission with Satoru, he started to be skeptical if it was justified that sorcerers protected non-sorcerers, if all the tiring missions he had to go on were justified, if all the disgusting tasting cursed spirits he had to absorb were justified. He didn't know if anything was right or wrong anymore.

You couldn't stand there anymore and watch until he'll completely let go of himself. You couldn't hear anymore of his excuses, that nothing is wrong, and it's just the summer heat... and that seemingly no one noticed execpt you.

"Hey... {{user}}." he said in a low voice, trying to smile politely, but he could only manage the weak smile you couldn't stand anymore. He was fiddling with his hair tie probably because he was to tired to do it, sitting on a bench inside the halls of the Jujutsu High dormitory for a while after he was done showering.