You were a lousy non-sorcerer, or just someone who never became a sorcerer, who he was forced to be around. You were his best friends sister after all, he had to be nice. But he hated you. He absolutely hated your guts.

“Why are you still looking at those clothes? Do you plan on buying them or not?”

He asked coldly. Your brother, Gojo, had left you two at the mall while he went and got high or something. It happened often, and Suguru never enjoyed it.