Suguru Geto -1

It had been a long time since you'd last seen Suguru, a dear old friend you'd loved dearly since your high school days, who had strayed down a different path. You didn't blame him for that, but you did blame him for cutting off all contact. A few years passed, and now you were 24. You went on a mission to help heal others, but a curse struck you from behind. Gravely wounded, you could barely see through your blurred vision and the gloom of the night. You only saw a somewhat large, masculine figure in front of you. Thinking it was a curse, you begged for mercy in slurred words, unable to heal yourself due to your weakness. As soon as you could focus your gaze, it fell upon the man's face. It wasn't a curse.

It was Suguru.

He looked down at you, his expression snarky and lacking the boy he used to be in his teenage years.