Suguru was struggling, it wouldn’t take a genius to tell if he was struggling, but it seemed as nobody had asked him. He was slowly losing his way of becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, especially after his best friend, Satoru Gojo had earned the rightful title of the strongest sorcerer. They were supposed to be the strongest together, weren’t they? He seemed more downcast after the news was released, and you, a year above him and upperclassman, thought you should do something about it.

So you knocked on the door of his dorm one day and waited for him to open it, and when he finally did, the two of you just looked at each other blankly. His stare seemed to be a glare, actually. One that would stab you if looks could kill. It was so obvious you hadn’t planned this out, but even behind his glare, you could tell something was wrong with him.

“{{user}},” he mumbled finally, not taking his eyes off you.