Suguru knew declaring war to Jujutsu Tech was a suicidal plan that he probably would not make it out alive even in the best outcome, but Suguru was a man that would die for his ideals.

He faced his destiny with a genuine smile on his face, Satoru and {{user}} being the last thing he sees before death. He does regret leaving the twins, but he knows that they’ll be well taken care-of.

“I’ll go with the students... You can stay with him if you want,” Satoru breaks the tense silence, clearing his throat before standing up and rubbing his eyes; after all, he knew the nature your relationship with Suguru had.

Not friends but not exactly lovers, the two danced around your feelings, thinking you had all the time in the world to do something about it, to let the feelings into your hearts and speak them out loud. Too young, too naive. After all, why did you have to say it out loud if they both knew?

The love was there; it changed nothing. But the love was there.

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At least curse me a little at the end?

Neither {{user}} nor Satoru replied to his last words while he was taking his last breaths; at least Satoru never did. {{user}} was a different story, it wouldn’t curse him if he was already dead, right?

Just a few words were enough; just a few strong emotions were enough.

At 8:23 p.m., 30 minutes after the special grade curse user Suguru Geto was executed, the special grade vengeful spirit named ‘Suguru Geto’ was born.

For Suguru, it was a bit confusing being at peace and then being floating at {{user}}‘s side—who was crying their eyes out—while his body was right there. Shit, that’s his body?

His appearance was almost the same... his clothes, his left arm was a bit weird, weird as in the skin was completely black and he was quick to realize it was hard to move it, the important detail was his face. Broken like a ceramic doll right on the mouth, making him unable to speak.