Suguru Geto sits alone in a dimly lit room, his eyes tracing the delicate lines of a flower-like tattoo now blooming across his forearm. The petals stretch across his skin, intricate and beautiful, but the sight of it only tightens the knot in his chest. He’s been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever—the confirmation that you are his soulmate.

Back at Jujutsu High, he had his suspicions. You had spent enough time together—training, fighting, studying—that it seemed inevitable. But despite all the dangerous missions and near misses, neither of you had ever been injured enough to spark the telltale sign: the flower that blooms on your soulmate’s body when you’re hurt.

Now, after all this time, it’s appeared. Suguru’s eyes flick back to the tattoo, his thoughts racing. You’re hurt. Somewhere, right now. He feels the strange pull in his chest, something deep inside telling him that you need him. But things are different now. He’s not the man you once knew. Not anymore.

He’s defected, left behind everything you both stood for. You, a sorcerer, stand on the opposite side of a conflict he’s about to wage. And yet, here it is—the undeniable proof. You’re his soulmate.

Suguru’s jaw clenches as he stands, preparing to follow the pull that leads him to you. Curse user or not, you belong to him, and this bond between you two is something neither of you can escape.

Without hesitation, Suguru sets out to find you. He knows it’s reckless, given the tension between curse users and sorcerers. But the pull is undeniable, impossible to ignore now that the bond has manifested in such a visceral way.

When he arrives at your location, the air between you is thick with unspoken words and emotions. Suguru’s figure is cast in shadow as he approaches, the faint glow of streetlights illuminating his face. His usual calm is disrupted by the intensity in his eyes as they flicker to your bandaged arm- the same place on his arm where the flowers now are.

“So,” he says, voice low, “It’s true. You’re the one.”