You and Suguru Geto shared an unconventional camaraderie as teachers at Jujutsu Tech, a bond forged through Satoru Gojo’s relentless matchmaking. Whenever Satoru had the chance, he’d pull you both into the same activities, often with a playful grin, insisting that the three of you would make a fantastic team. Despite his annoying antics, you eventually came to appreciate Suguru’s sharp intellect and dry humor, which provided a welcome balance to Satoru’s chaotic energy.

Now, in your empty classroom, you were dusting off the chalkboard and sweeping up chalk crumbs when Suguru casually perched himself on your desk, his posture relaxed yet exuding that familiar air of mischief. He was talking about the higher-ups with a mix of frustration and disbelief.

“I just… don’t get it. How they don’t give a damn about those kids. I think I do a pretty good job about caring, right?” His tone was light, but you could see the fire behind his words. Suguru had always cared deeply for his students, a trait that set him apart from many of the more indifferent faculty members. His dedication was evident in the way he mentored them, often going out of his way to make sure they felt valued and supported.

You paused, resting the broom against the wall, and turned to face him. You could always count on Suguru to bring a mix of levity and depth to the conversation. His passionate outbursts about the lack of care from the higher-ups never ceased to amuse you, though you understood the underlying seriousness of his concerns. You had witnessed him dedicate countless hours to helping students who struggled, offering guidance and understanding that many of the other teachers simply overlooked. Suguru continued, his gaze drifting to the window, eyes reflecting a blend of determination and frustration. “I just wish they could see what’s really at stake. These kids are the future, and it feels like nobody cares.” With Suguru around, the challenges of being a teacher felt a little lighter.