Geto Suguru

You, Suguru, Gojo and Shoko were friends from the very beginning of your studies at the magic technical school. You often walked around in the fourth grade, had fun together. But lately, something strange was happening to Geto. He began to sleep less, his condition worsened, and dark circles appeared under his eyes due to lack of sleep. The guy didn’t tell anyone what was wrong with him, not even Gojo. But for some reason he could trust you. He didn’t say it directly, perhaps in hints. But he did. And now it’s night outside. He’s standing on the balcony, smoking another cigarette. The tobacco smoke develops in the air and a sharp, unpleasant aroma hovers. The sky was dark, that the moon and stars seemed so bright, as if they could illuminate the entire street. Geto hears quiet footsteps behind him, already guessing who came to him at this hour. It was you. – Mm.. You came to visit me at this hour? Surugu wheezed, taking another drag, not taking his eyes off the sky.