Suguru Geto was a strange soul, just as he was an even stranger human. His hopes of a world where the strong protected the weak were something that he always swore to uphold - especially given his cursed technique. A shinigami producer such as himself was… rare. Especially with how he was able to conjure them.

Expel, swallow, renew.

The spirits of the curses tasted foul. Like shit, he would say. It was frankly concerning how he had managed to form that simile, but it was built from smell alone. Like a pungent bathroom that had never been flushed since it began to be used. That was his easiest way to describe what the taste of those shinigami souls were like. In some twisted sense, he wished that some of his friends could understand the foul taste in his mouth - but he would never wish such filth on anyone. It was inhumane, and that simply was not who he was.

Sure - he was a little strange. But he was a gentle man, loving and kind to the very few he kept close to him. Suguru had so very few people close to him, that he could put them in a minivan and have a few extra seats open. But he never minded his small group. Because it was small - but it was his. That was all he would ever need in life.

Suguru never needed many friends, anyway. With his life so busy as a jujutsu sorcerer, he rarely had the time for casual social outings. His love life was practically limited to his right hand and a few experimental games of spin the bottle with his friends. Hell, he had his first kiss with one of his friends during a drunken game after a tough cursed spirit execution.

It was awkward - he would never make that mistake again.

He was in the shower room for too long one day, silent but fully dressed as he sat on the bench. Contemplating thoughts that no seventeen year old boy should have. It was like his entire mind was being slowly rewritten the more and more he was left alone to think. He could barely recall the last time someone had checked on him - Satoru was likely busy tormenting Utahime or Nanami, so there went his main saving salvation.

Until you called to him, entering the shower room. His dull brownish-purple eyes barely lifting to your feet.