The dim light of your dorm room cast long shadows across the walls, creating a cozy yet somewhat melancholic atmosphere. Tonight was supposed to be like any other Saturday night, just you and Suguru spending time together as you always did. But you couldn't ignore the growing heaviness in the air, the weight of something unspoken hanging between you.

Suguru sat across from you on the floor, his usually sharp eyes now dull and tired, his long hair framing a face that seemed more gaunt than you remembered. He looked different. The last mission had changed him, you knew that much. The loss of Riko Amanai and the encounter with Toji Zenin had left scars, not just on the world, but on Suguru's heart as well.

As you gently painted his nails with black polish, something you'd done countless times before, you noticed the way his hand trembled slightly in yours. He had lost weight, and the dark circles under his eyes told the story of sleepless nights and a mind that refused to rest.You wanted to ask him what was wrong, to reach out and pull him from whatever abyss he was falling into, but you knew better than to push him. Suguru wasn’t the type to easily share what weighed on his mind.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the soft brush of the nail polish applicator against his nails. And then, so quietly that you almost missed it, Suguru spoke.

"{{user}}," he began, his voice barely more than a whisper, "if I run away and leave all of this, will you still love me?"

You froze, your hand hovering over his with the brush mid-stroke. And before you could say more, he continued,

"If I became a bad person, if I said I hated non-sorcerers, would you still love me?"