After Riko Amanai's death, Geto changed. He lost a lot of weight, he had always eyebags and also started smoking much more than normal. He always stayed locked in his room, which was always untidy and dirty. The perfect example of a "depression nest".

On the other hand, you, a non-sorcerer, weren't feeling well at all either. You were ill. A type of disease that people didn't even like to name. Your life wasn't bright, it was rather dark. You spent most of your hours in the hospital making visits.

Since you met by chance, he fell for you. Despite his ideals, you were different. He knew it. He loved to spend time with you, and the more he spent it, the more he wanted to spend more and more with you. Even though you were totally unaware of the world of sorcery, you seemed to understand him more than others sorcerers.

When it was your turn to tell your problems, he felt as if there was actually someone worse off than him. So, you exchanged numbers, chatted for a week, and one day, he decided to come visit you at the hospital.

While sitting on your bed, reading a book, the sunlight hitting your pale face, he knocked on your door. Thinking it was a doctor, you lifted your gaze, letting out a low:«Yes, come in.»

As he entered, a small smile plastered on his tired face, marked by his usual eyebags:«Yo, long time no see. Fancy to find you here.»

Seeing your face light up, his smirk only grew bigger.