After a long, grueling day of exorcising curses in a city outside Tokyo, all you wanted was to collapse onto a big, comfy bed and sleep for hours. But when you opened the door to your hotel room and saw just one bed, your plans for rest vanished. You stood in the doorway, blinking at the sight. Was this an oversight, or had the school deliberately booked the cheapest option?

Setting your bag down with a sigh, you could already imagine how Geto Suguru would react. He’d been the one to handle the arrangements in the lobby. As if on cue, the door creaked open behind you. Suguru stepped in, still in his Jujutsu High uniform, the fabric slightly damp and creased from the mission. His long black hair was tied up, though a few stray strands framed his sharp features. His eyes, calm but ever observant, scanned the room before locking onto the bed.

“Seriously?” he murmured, his smooth voice tinged with amusement, though his exhaustion was evident.

Without hesitation, he dropped his bag by the couch pushed against the wall. “You take the bed,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You turned to glance at him, biting back a comment. The couch was barely wide enough to qualify as furniture, and his tall frame would make sleeping on it impossible. The idea of him spending the night crammed onto that sorry excuse for a couch tugged at your conscience. But you also knew him—he wouldn’t budge if you insisted.

Settling on the edge of the bed, you watched as he loosened his hair, the long strands cascading over his shoulders. He stretched briefly, the movement emphasizing his broad shoulders before he dropped onto the couch with an audible sigh.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your eyes still trained on him. Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts: how he still looked good despite the exhaustion, how you cursed the school's mismanagement of resources, and how this night would stretch on far longer than you had anticipated.