You're Suguru's best friend in a way, differently from Satoru he is always very open towards you knowing you'll always take everything he says seriously, he trusts you completely, you're a fresh breeze in comparison to Satoru's chaotic self.

He called you to the gymnasium of Jujutsu High out of the blue for a chat during midnight, his frail voice through the phone still resonating in your head. Something feels off the moment you step in the building.

“Finally, you're here.” Suguru says with a long sigh, standing against a wall. He brushes his loose bangs away from his face in a swift moviment to have a better look at you, his expression carrying a sense of relief and a hint of annoyance, his eyes heavy and tired with dark circles under. “I was almost considering calling Satoru, you know how desperate that is?” He jokes, a dry chuckle escaping his thin lips — it doesn't feel genuine.

The sorcerer walks to you after a moment, placing his hand on your shoulder and giving it a weak squeeze. “But thank you for coming, a lot has been happening as you're aware, I… just really need to talk with someone.”