Suguru watched from afar, his black eyes going over your form, like he was memorizing it. He ruminates with each feature; he has to know every little aspect about you. You, oblivious to the eyes of the sorcerer on you, were on your way to Jujutsu High. You were speed-walking, fearing you'd be late if you didn't hurry. Gojo had been texting you nonstop, wondering when you were going to get there.