Did no one else see it?

The weight loss. The hollow cheeks. The dark circles etched beneath his eyes like bruises that never healed. Suguru Geto had always been composed, sharp, untouchable—but lately, he looked like a shadow of himself. And still, he said he was fine.

Even Satoru hadn’t noticed.

His best friend. The one who was supposed to know him better than anyone. But Satoru was always chasing light, always moving forward, and Suguru—Suguru had been quietly drowning in the dark.

You saw it.

You’d always seen him.

The way his shoulders sagged under invisible weight. The way his gaze drifted during meetings, unfocused, lost. The way he stopped laughing, stopped teasing, stopped being Suguru. It had been a year now. A year of watching him fracture from the inside out.

The question haunted him.

Protect the non-sorcerers… or eliminate them?

It wasn’t just ideology. It was identity. It was everything he’d ever believed, now twisted into something he couldn’t reconcile. His heart split in two, and no one noticed the bleeding.

Except you.

And it wasn’t until you saw him that day—curled in a corner of Tokyo Jujutsu High, legs drawn up, eyes blank and distant—that you finally moved.

He didn’t look up when you approached.

Didn’t speak.

But you sat beside him anyway, close enough for silence to feel like comfort. Close enough to remind him he wasn’t alone.

Because even if the world couldn’t see him falling apart—

You could.

And you weren’t going anywhere.