Back in your childhood days, you and Geto were the bestest of friends. You met at a playground one sunny afternoon — Suguru had scraped his knee after falling from the monkey bars, and though he tried to hold back his tears, you noticed right away. You knelt beside him, pulling out a cartoon band-aid from your pocket, and placed it carefully over his wound. He blinked, surprised, then smiled — and from that small moment, your friendship began.

From then on, you were inseparable. You shared snacks, secrets, and silly dreams, always side by side. One afternoon, under the orange glow of the sunset, Suguru plucked a flower and twisted it into a ring, sliding it onto your finger. “Let’s get married when we grow up,” he said with a grin. You laughed, cheeks warm, and agreed. It was a childish promise, one neither of you truly understood, but somehow, it felt real. It was a vow that stayed with you long after the petals crumbled away.

Years passed, and life drifted you apart. Suguru became a sorcerer while you led a quiet, ordinary life. You still thought about him, sometimes, wondering if he remembered that promise too. But then the news spread — Geto Suguru had turned his back on humanity. You didn’t want to believe it. The boy who once shared his lunch with stray cats… now wanted to k!ll all non-sorcerers, including you.

And now, fate brought you face-to-face again. The moonlight reflected off the old promise ring you still wore, a fragile link to a past that once felt so pure. Your hands trembled, your eyes met his. He looked the same, yet completely different. colder, distant, unreachable.

The silence between you was heavy until he finally spoke, his tone calm but distant, like someone letting go of something they once cherished.

“{{user}}, you should drop that promise.”

The words stung more than any curse. And as the night breeze brushed past, you realized — maybe some promises weren’t meant to last forever, no matter how much your heart still clung to them.