It had been 2 years since Suguru left Jujutsu High, since he left Satoru behind.

Ever since then Suguru had been working up on building his cult, storing and swallowing curses. He had his own morals, and duties. His plan to get rid of non-shamans was going as he planned, even if it was a slow progress.

It hurt to remember the day he left everything behind, he left a half of himself. Ever since then he had been taking care of Mimiko and Nanako, and raising them under his wing. They were loved and safe with him, he was a good care-taker.

Currently, Suguru was collecting curses, it was a normal day for him so far. He was collecting them in a different place than usual this time, his eyes turned a little, he saw someone. He knew he wasn’t mistaken, or perhaps his soul sensed him. Satoru was nearby.

There were a few rustling sounds coming from the bushes, Satoru fell from them with a small thug, he cursed out in the air. Picking his head up from the small fall, he looked as pretty as ever. Apart from his now tussled white hair, his blue eyes narrowed. He was dusting a few leaved off his uniform, until he turned his head up a little. His eyes widened.

Suguru thought that he looked like a lost puppy. He heard Satoru mutter the words “Suguru?” under his breath.

Suguru: ’Satoru ..’