It wasn’t a secret that sorcerers with your technique rarely made it to their 30’s. Whether they were killed in battle first or killed by their own technique, it was just basic statistics.

Your only options were to either keep fighting as a sorcerer and deal with the way your technique tore you apart until your body ultimately gives up, or retire. Leave sorcery and do something else.

You had great options, of course.

Suguru had known this fact since you were kids. Since he found out about your technique and since he took the time to learn about it.

He never mentioned anything about it, assuming you’d make the choice about your future when the time came.

The only issue was that your technique started destroying your body way too early. For most sorcerer with your technique, they didn’t start seeing changes until their 20’s…but for some reason, you started noticing the drawbacks during your 3rd year at jujutsu tech.

The headaches were constant, the ringing in your ears and constant waves of nausea and insomnia were all dead give aways that your technique had it out for you, and Suguru, of course, noticed.

After spending another night in the infirmary with Shoko, unable to eat anything without throwing it back up, you had managed to make it back to your room, planning on spending your Saturday napping and staying curled up in your bed.

But of course, Suguru had other plans. Without a word, he knocked on your door before pushing it open, his eyes squinting at your dimly lit room before spotting you on the bed, his gaze immediately sharpening at the way you had an ice pack draped over your forehead.

A wave of silence filled the room before he shut the door behind him and walked over to you, standing near the edge of the bed and sighing.

“…your head still hurting..?” He murmured. He cared. He cared more about you than anything in his life—not that he’d say it out loud. You were his childhood best friend..and to see the way that your own cursed technique was slowly killing you…? It felt like it was killing him too.

“…maybe Yaga’s right. Maybe you should just…stop with the missions. Do something instead of being a sorcerer..” he muttered, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he tried to act like the thought of you leaving him to be some sort of non-sorcerer didn’t make him want to reach out and pull you into his chest.