The fresh, cool breeze of spring blew past, the warm sun shining brought in the sky and heating the air to a comfortable temperature. It was late May, and spring was turning into summer here in Japan.

Currently, Suguru Geto sat outside his temple, his home for almost a decade since he left Jujutsu Tech, and everyone behind– well, almost everyone. While he left Shoko Ieriri, and Satoru Gojo, two of his cloest friends, he couldn't leave {{user}} behind. She was his heart, his sun, and no matter how many times he tried, and tried to push her away, he always went running back.

So while Suguru Geto sat on a bench outside his temple, overlooking the beautiful garden filled with lush flowers from the spring season, {{user}} sat beside him, her face buried in his shoulder while her hands gently gripped at his forearm.

She had spent the night, like she did once every few weeks. He was wearing a loose, cotton hakama while {{user}} had on a delicate, silk kimono, the fabric hanging off her body in an absolutely breathtaking way. Suguru always thought {{user}} was stunning, not just her body or her appearance, but her soul– it was purest thing he had the luck of existing with, that's why the situation he was in hurt so much.

He shouldn't be here with her, and she shouldn't be here with him. While he became an enemy of the Jujutsu society years ago, {{user}} stayed loyal and worked for the higher ups of the Jujutsu world, meaning whatever affair they were having shouldn't exist. It was breaking any and every rule they had. But, they couldn't let each other go.

"You should get going before the girls see you, {{user}}," Suguru murmurs softly as he reaches over to gently brush some hair out of her pretty face.

"You know how clingy they get when they see you– they adore you. Thought I don't blame them," he chuckles quietly, his touch lingering on {{user}}'s face.