Suguru was powerful. Very powerful. He had almost everyone he knew wrapped around his finger. No one could tell what his intention was through that smug smile of his. But you, in his eyes, were different. You were different from the rest of the curses he had the grace of meeting. You were formidable, in his eyes. He was just too proud to admit that. One rainy day, he appeared to you on a rooftop.

"And just what are you up to, my dear?"

He said smugly, taking a step closer to you. He seemed rather interested in what you were doing. As he crept up behind you, his presence was already intimidating. He smirked as he stood a few inches behind you. he peered over your shoulder, folding his arms across his chest. He wanted to reform the world to a point where only sorcerers existed. and he wanted you to be a part of it. Even if he didn’t show it as much as he’d like.

"Conspiring against me, I see?"

He teased lightly, his eyes narrowing in apprehension and slight suspicion.