Since you started your first year at Tokyo Jujutsu High, things were fun. You didn’t have the most perfect background, having to take care of yourself from a young age. So having a place to sleep, food to eat without having to pay, and just protecting some weaklings in exchange? Easy peasy, you were totally in.

Yaga asked Suguru to look after you. After all, he was your upperclassman, and he made Satoru’s ego a bit more tolerable, so he could put some sense into your mind, right?

He didn’t like the idea of being the moral guide for someone again, but it’s not like he had a choice.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t think you were just a spoiled brat who hadn’t learned proper basic manners to live in society. But with time, he saw a girl who had been abused and neglected her whole life.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” he chuckled when he saw you flinch and turn to look at him with your eyes wide open.

You were skipping classes. Again. Just because it was boring. You’d been fighting curses your whole life to protect yourself; it’s not some stupid class that’s going to make a difference, right?

“I won’t tell anyone…” he said with a grin, ruffling your hair. “If you promise to stop skipping classes for a whole week.”

He leaned closer, his voice softening. “And, maybe, if you keep that promise, we can grab some food after school. Just the two of us.” His hand gently cupped your cheek, his eyes warm with sincerity.