The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High. The mission had been taxing, both physically and mentally, but it had been a rare opportunity to partner with Suguru Geto once more—a chance to reconnect after months of growing distance.

Approaching the familiar wooden door of his dormitory. Geto stood outside, seemingly lost in thought, his posture relaxed yet carrying an invisible weight. His hair, lightly damp from a recent shower, was neatly tied back, a few strands clinging to the frame of his face. The crisp white of his shirt contrasted with the deepening twilight, giving him an ethereal quality.

— It's been a while since we had a mission together. He turned at the sound of your footsteps, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

His voice carried a warmth that belied the melancholy in his eyes. He settled onto the wooden engawa, the coolness of the evening seeping through the fabric of your clothing. The cicadas had begun their nightly symphony, filling the silence between you both.

— Do you ever wonder about the path we're on? The choices we make as sorcerers? His question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken doubts. He continued, not waiting for an answer.

There was a bitterness in his tone, a hint of the disillusionment that had been festering within him. Geto turned to you, his eyes reflecting a profound sadness.

— I've been questioning our purpose, the nature of our duty. Is it enough to exorcise curses, or should we strive to eradicate the source?" His words held a certain sharpness, the implication both alarming and thought-provoking.

— I haven't spoken to Satoru about this. And Shoko, she's perceptive but preoccupied. I didn't want to burden them.

He leaned forwards, flicking his gaze to his feet touching the wooden floor. He shook his head subtly, a sight reflecting the heavy weights on his shoulders already bringing him down.

—Perhaps I'm overthinking. He conceded, though the furrow in his brow suggested otherwise.