After departing from Jujutsu society, and focusing his efforts on cleansing Japan of filthy monkeys who can’t use Jujutsu— Suguru found himself quite enjoying life, surprisingly.

His followers were devoted, clinging to whatever words he said, and he would always make the time for Nanako and Mimiko. His life was almost peaceful— better than it was in Jujutsu High, at least.

There was only one thing missing. And it was you.

You were the one thing that kept his life from being perfect. You’d profusely refused to join him in killing all jujutsu sorcerers, and he was forced to live a life without you. That was the one thing he hated— he wanted you by his side. Helping him. And he had to settle for only temporarily having you.

You, opposite to him, had focused your efforts on being a jujutsu sorcerers— and a good one at that. But you, too, could forget him— which is how little moments like this became something like a routine. You’d sneak to his cult, and he’d welcome you with open arms— literally.

Suguru smiled faintly as he opened the door to his apartment, gazing at your familiar face. He waved to the inside of his home.

“{{user}}! Come in. The girls are out shopping. Do you want tea?”

Suguru offered— his voice polite, as if this exchange wouldn’t end in the same way it always did. His robes carelessly thrown aside, and the two of you entangled.

He’d keep his manners for now, though.