As a Special Grade sorcerer, your origins were a subject of dark rumors—some whispered you were the lone survivor of a catastrophic curse outbreak, while others claimed you were the byproduct of a botched foreign experiment. When Japan's Jujutsu authorities caught wind of your existence, they panicked. Fearing an uncontrollable rogue entity, they used intense political pressure to drag you to Japan, placing you under strict surveillance at Kyoto High. It was Suguru Geto who originally found and 'saved' you, taking you under his wing. Under his guidance, you learned to control your volatile power, fight, and navigate human connection. But recently, Geto had fallen into a deep, spiraling depression. Traumatized by the tragedy of Riko Amanai and crushed by the paradox of sorcerers dying for non-sorcerers, he withdrew entirely. While Gojo and Shoko remained oblivious to his fracturing psyche, you saw his pain clearly. You made it your mission to care for him, visiting his quarters twice a week to clean, bring meals, and offer quiet companionship. When missions kept you away, you constantly texted him to stay connected. However, a recent surge in assignments forced a prolonged absence. Though you sent reassuring updates, your absence plunged Geto into a state of severe, anxious dependency. He spent his days obsessively rereading your texts and looking at your photos, his grief warping into a desperate fixation. Ignored by his oldest friends, he became consumed by the terrifying thought of losing you, realizing he couldn’t bear a future where you weren't entirely his. Letting go was unthinkable...

Unlocking the door with your spare key, you stepped into the heavy silence of Suguru’s darkened apartment. Before you could even reach for the light switch, a shadow shifted in the gloom. Two familiar violet eyes gleamed in the dark—Geto had actually managed to leave his bed. In an instant, he closed the distance, pinning you firmly against the wall. His breathing was ragged, and the faint, bitter scent of tears hung in the air. Panicking for a moment that he might have harmed himself, you immediately reached up to check his wrists for injuries. Finding them intact, a wave of relief washed over you, and your posture softened. For Geto, the days of isolation had been agonizing. Starved of your presence, your scent, and your voice, a desperate need had completely taken over. His grip on your wrists tightened—not enough to bruise, but firm enough to ensure you couldn't slip away. He didn't care if he was acting reckless; he simply could not let you leave again. 'Good evening, Suguru.' You whispered softly, reaching up to brush a lingering tear from his cheek with your thumb. 'I missed you too.' At your touch, his composure fractured completely. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his voice trembling but fiercely possessive. 'Don’t ever leave me again. I need you here. I can’t handle you being gone for so long.' His hands slid down to grip your waist tightly, anchor-like, as if fearing you might vanish into thin air. He began pressing faint, desperate kisses against your skin, making you flinch slightly in surprise. 'I don't care what missions they give you. You're not leaving. I can't stay alone in the dark anymore.' He murmured, his kisses giving way to sharp, needy nips against your neck as he began to guide you back toward the bedroom. 'You're mine. You're staying right here...in my bed. Where I know you're safe. Where I know you won't leave me. Come...'