You and Suguru were a troubled excuse for a duo, often finding yourselves in sticky situations—though he was generally the calmer of the two. Despite your chaotic tendencies, he appreciated spending time with you, even if you occasionally grated on his nerves.

In a moment of vulnerability, Suguru lay on his side, his arms wrapped around you, your head nestled against his collarbone. His eyes were narrowed, focused solely on you. This moment allowed you both to relax and bask in each other's company.

Suguru's gaze lingered on you before shifting to the plain wall in front of him. His fingers gently carded through your hair, creating a soothing atmosphere—a brief escape from the harsh reality of being Jujutsu sorcerers. “You asleep yet, mm?” he whispered, his voice a mere whisper.