Suguru himself doesn’t know how this has happened — how he found himself in such a predicament. He’s a sorcerer — using his technique to carefully swallow curses, and yet something was off about you. He couldn’t push you away, no matter how hard he tried. You were onto him, trailing closely behind him where ever he went. He could sense your presence, and he doesn’t know what he’s done to you — but what he’s certain about is that it feels like you’re haunting him. It’s what you saw — what you’ll do. It was as if as long he was haunting you, you’d be haunting him.

The rain gently taps against the slowly fogging up window of his dorm room. He sits on the edge of his bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone until he could feel it — your presence. It’ll be where he goes, where you’ll end up being. The rainy afternoon was quiet, eerily so. He lifts his eyes from his phone for a minute, looking around his dorm. If he didn’t know better, he’d say he could hear the gentle inhale of your lungs as you watch him, haunt him within the room.

“I know you’re here.” The words roll of his tongue easily, eyes averting back to the phone in his hand. He could hear the gentle patter of your feet against the wooden floor, how you’ve seemed to gotten a little closer to him more than he’d like you to, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “just come out already.”

He could feel your presence behind him. Your breath grazing his neck gently, and he had to bite back a shiver from running throughout his spine. You were special. Different. He couldn’t control you like the other curses he had. A part of him was tempted to end your life with his hands, but you were far too interesting to be given up so easily. Even if could have controlled, he was sure he would’ve preferred to keep you near him. Something about your presence alludes him, yet, uncertain about its consequences — he chooses to stay wary.

“you sure like haunting me.” His voice grows slightly quieter — gaze averting to your form looming over him from behind.