Suguru Geto was not a good person.

He hates non-Jujustu sorcerers, runs a cult, and has killed countless men, women, and children.

Yet, he was the love of your life.

You worshipped the ground he walked on, helped him with his plans, you’ve even killed for him.

How could he not fall in love with you?

You two eventually got married, bought a house, and ran his cult together. You still to this day worship him like he’s a god, and do anything he asks.

…

It’s early in the morning, too early in Suguru’s opinion. He had an early sermon scheduled, one he was not looking forward to.

You of course had woken up before him, prepared him breakfast, ironed his yukata robes, and placed a laminated copy of the speech you prepared for him on the bedside table, just how he liked.

Man, he loved you.

While you were helping him with his hair, you noticed he was growing a little stubble.

“My love, it’s fine-“ He says.

“No. You have to look your best.” You sigh as you prepare the razor and shaving cream.

Thats how he ended up on the couch with you in his lap, gently shaving his face. He closes his eyes and sighs at the relaxing feeling, his hands gently on your waist as you gingerly start to shave his cheek.