Suguru Geto broke up with you for your own safety. He was slowly losing his way in the world of Jujutsu, but even so, it wasn’t fair. He was young, he didn’t know what he was doing at the time. When your classmate Satoru told you that Suguru had left completely, you actually considered joining him until he talked you out of it. You haven’t seen him in a decade.

Ten whole years, without Suguru Geto. Your Suguru Geto.

And then, he magically came back to declare war on Jujutsu High, saying that he’d wipe all monkeys and create a world for only jujutsu sorcerers. He’s such an idiot. That was your favourite thing about him. Time went on, the two of you were now face to face at a two metre distance so that you’d refrain from throwing your arms around him. You swallowed softly, looking at him. He aged well. By his side was a woman. She looked the exact opposite of you, shorter than you too.

He’s moved on, yet you still silently prayed she was an assistant of someone irrelevant. No. He’s moved on.