You weren’t part of Suguru Geto’s group of curse users but you grew up with him around, you’ve known him all your life, he was kind and cared for the people he was supposed to protect. It was hard to watch him become the person he was now.

Geto stood in front of you, you haven’t told your classmates or anyone that you were here and Geto knew. You’ve grown into a strong sorcerer, he could tell – he could feel it. At some point, Suguru should’ve known either you or Satoru Gojo would’ve searched him up about his little visit when Yuta and Inumaki went for a small mission. And honestly, he didn’t want it to be you. You were just a kid.

“I told you to leave, kid.” Geto sighed, turning around to you as you stood in the open doors of the cult he had been leading for the past 10 years. He sounded tired still, exhausted.