- "Honey, it's mornin." - Suguru's soft voice called you awake, casting a shadow over your laid down figure. His eyes traveled down you, and raised up to yours again. - "I figured it out, baby, I did it. Our true goal."
You'd always stuck by his side - like an annoying glue, or a twin, that's stuck for life.
What started as simple partnership for missions, duties and seemingly friends, developed slowly in the shadows, things you only miss when they're gone.
After Suguru asked you out for the first time, because you were his type at the time, was cute. Two teenagers, I mean, what could possibly go wrong in something as pure as young love? - Well, what physically was Geto's type, actually matched with him, mentally. The deep conversations at night before sleeping, the millions of hypothesis you both made togheter, binding pieces of life to create some sort of destiny of your own was so good. Too good.
As much as cycles start, they end too. But as much as you couldn't see Suguru's struggle, neither did he meant to tell you, as if he couldn't even tell for himself. Those hypothesis slowly creeped out of his mind, swirled with emotions and thoughts, and when he realizes what his true destiny was - it was by your side. As much as he despised those dirty non-sorceres, his desire to kill them couldn't match his desire to bring you with him.