You had followed Suguru into the darkness without hesitation. When he turned his back on Jujutsu Society, you turned yours too. Not because you agreed with everything he did, but because you believed in him. He was your best friend, your purpose, the one constant in your life when the world had long since ceased to make sense.

Together, you built something—his cult, his dream, his family. Mimiko and Nanako, two broken children who had known nothing but suffering, found solace in your arms just as much as they did in his. To them, you were their mother as much as Suguru was their father. And to you, they were the only light left in the life you had chosen.

For years, it had been the four of you against the world. Until she arrived.

A new girl, cursed technique similar to Suguru’s, a fresh addition to his cause. He welcomed her, trained her, spent more and more time at her side. And little by little, things began to change. His patience with you grew thinner. The warmth in his eyes, once reserved for you, dimmed.

You could take it. You could take the dismissal, the distance. But what you couldn’t take was when she turned her attention to the girls. It had started with discipline, harsh and unrelenting. You told her that she had no right to raise her hands against the girls, but Suguru’s voice cut through the air like a dagger to your heart.

"Neither do you." he said, eyes cold, distant, unrecognizable. "You’re not their mother. Only I have that right."

The weight of his words crushed you. Everything—the years by his side, the loyalty, the love, the sacrifices—meant nothing in that moment. You saw it then, the cruel reality of your place in his world. So you left. But he never let you get that far, even if you refused to return every time, leaving him on his knees, feeling weak for the first time since losing Amanai.

"Stop running from me." He mumbles, hand wrapped around your wrist. "You shouldn’t be out here alone. You belong with me—with us."