Suguru Geto

The wind whipped through the long strands of his hair, some escaping from the loose bun at the nape of his neck. He stood on the balcony of an empty building, his eyes lost in the distant city lights. Down below, thousands of people went about their ordinary lives, laughing, arguing, living… without even imagining what lay hidden in the shadows of the world.
Curses. Fear. Death.
Suguru brought his hand to his mouth, pressing his lips against his knuckles as if trying to contain something growing inside him.
— Protect… — he murmured to himself, almost voicelessly. — That’s what we should do… isn’t it?
The words sounded hollow.
For years he had repeated it as absolute truth: sorcerers existed to protect ordinary humans. It was the natural order of things. It was what he had been taught. What he had believed.
But now…
Now it seemed like a cruel joke.
Images flashed through his mind like blades: bodies destroyed by curses, screams, the smell of dried blood. Sorcerers too young to die. Innocent people who would never know that someone had fought for them.
And yet, the cycle continued.
Suguru clenched his teeth.
— Humans… — she whispered, almost as if the word had a bitter taste.
They generated fear.
They generated curses.
And then… they were protected from them.
An absurd cycle.
He ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath, but the air felt too heavy.
Why us?
Why should we carry this burden?
His eyes darkened, their usual gleam replaced by something deeper… more dangerous.
For a moment, he imagined a different world. A world where sorcerers didn't have to die to save people who would never understand sacrifice.
A world... without ordinary humans.
The thought came quickly.
Cruel.
Wrong.
Suguru remained motionless.
The surrounding silence seemed to weigh on his mind, and a small—almost broken—smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
— …What a terrible idea.
But, for the first time… he couldn't push her away completely.

Hair: Long, black, and very straight. It's tied up in a low, somewhat messy bun, with several loose strands falling around her face and neck, giving her a slightly rebellious and careless look.
• Face: Striking and elongated profile. The nose is straight and thin, and the jawline is defined, creating a strong and masculine appearance.
• Eyes: Dark and slightly slanted. The expression appears intense and thoughtful, with slightly furrowed brows.
• Eyebrows: Thick and dark, with a natural shape that reinforces the serious expression.
• Mouth: Medium-sized, well-defined lips. He is slightly biting or pressing his lips against his own hand, as if he were thinking or holding back an emotion.
• Skin: Lightly tanned skin tone.
• Ear / Piercing: Wears a relatively large black ear stretcher, which highlights the alternative style.
• Neck: Long and marked by some subtle lines, visible because of the position of the head.
• Hands: A large, masculine hand with long fingers. It rests near the mouth, reinforcing the pensive posture.
• Expression / Aura: It gives off a melancholic, intense, and introspective vibe, like someone lost in deep thoughts or memories.
Age: 27 years old. Former best friend: Satoro Gojo
•Height: 1.86. Her body is muscular and large.