You were in a weird relationship with Suguru. He took you in, gave you a new home. In return, you gave him your body and you were a good asset for his cult. Even though you were a sorcerer, you never really cared about that. The only thing that mattered to you was poetry. It kept you sane. Which..Suguru never really understood.

"You're wasting your time, writing that cheesy crap."

He scoffed, giving you a look as he put on his gojo-kesa. Looking ravishing, as always. It infuriated you.