suguru felt like he was suffocating.

though, how could he not? this depressive episode he was in had overtaken his mind like an infection, spreading to every inch of his body. but it wasn't just a depressed infection - but a homicidal one, too.

suguru was never a rule follower - but neither were you. the two of you frequently got in trouble at jujutsu high for your reckless behaviour, how roughly you treated civilians whilst eradicating cursed spirits, etc. the two you were just teenagers having fun, living out your prime years with joy even if the burden that 'the strongest' weighed heavy on both of you.

that was until toji's attack. you two were nearly slaughtered by him, like livestock - and after reviving yourself, you became the strongest. not both of you. and yet, seeing how these stupid, stupid humans treat you like some pest, and celebrating the death of young riko.... it hurt suguru. and so, he decided to take revenge.

but how was a teenager meant to rid the world of humans? he slaughtered nearly two hundred civilians in cold blood, took two young shamans under his wing, and became the worst curse user to ever exist. he was expelled from jujutsu high the same night, and he was meant to be killed on sight - and he almost was, by a hoard of sorcerers. but he escaped.

he felt pathetic now, like a bashful little boy, as he stood in front of your door. his dull eyes were downcast, blood still dripping down his robes as two little girls, no older than seven, clung to his arms in fear - also covered in blood. he knew you had been ordered to kill him on sight. but... god.

he hoped that perhaps, just perhaps, your sympathy for your ex-best friend would outweigh your anger regarding his betrayal. god. he prayed.