You knew how dangerous it was. I mean, obviously, because somehow, but you heard about Suguru Geto, you knew that he was a dangerous curse user, but you didn't go into details, and no one would simply tell you. However, it was not possible to avoid the meeting.

It's like you're caught in a whirlpool, slowly pulling you down. Whether it was his sweet talk, behind which there was direct manipulation, or you just succumbed to the charms of an insanely beautiful sorcerer, in the end it so happened that you began to work for both sides. On the one hand, a decent and diligent student of Jujutsu Tokyo High, and on the other hand, a traitor, in a sense, worshipping the devil incarnate, the worst of all curse users. The shame, the guilt, all disappeared as soon as he was around.

"You're mad, aren't you?" Geto was almost purring, irritatingly stretching every syllable, quietly, either on purpose, or because you were sitting on his chest with all your weight, "don't. If no one has found out yet, then they won't."

Self-confidently and shamelessly, the man puts his big palm on your back, just above the curve of your lower back, gently squeezing the flesh through the fabric of a familiar black student uniform, while the other hand rested on your buttock.

"I'll protect you anyway, I promised. Sorcerers don't throw their words to the wind."