The first time Suguru Geto sees you, it’s like the world slows just enough for him to notice. Not in the way he senses curses—no ominous shift in energy, no lurking malice. It’s something gentler, something rare. A flicker of warmth in a world he’s long grown weary of.

He shouldn’t be staring. He knows that. But as he watches you move—completely unaware of the effect you’re having on him—he realizes he can’t quite help himself.

You’re tending to an injured sorcerer, kneeling beside them with steady hands, murmuring reassurances between expertly applied cursed techniques. There’s nothing flashy about the way you work, nothing that demands attention, and yet… Suguru is drawn in all the same.

A healer. A gentle presence in the chaos of jujutsu society. Someone who chooses to mend rather than destroy.

You glance up then, your eyes meeting his for the briefest moment.

And just like that, he’s undone.