Starter for utahime!! @kyotoseance
Suguru didn’t stomp or stride — no, his steps were measured, soft, yet deliberate, like a shadow that knew it had weight. Each footfall was silent but undeniable, the kind of approach that was unique to the newly special grade sorcerer. Shoulders relaxed, hands loosely in his pockets, a small smirk curled at the edge of his lips as they closed the distance — not in a rush, but with the calm of someone who already knew the outcome.
His gaze never wavered, eyes trained on his target like he was enjoying a private joke. No need to announce himself. No need to make noise. Suguru’s presence spoke, quietly, smugly — a slow-burning confidence that hummed just beneath the surface.
“Hello Utahime,” Geto greeted smoothly, with an almost amused tilt of his head. “Were you singing during training this morning? I could hear it from the courtyard.” He let the pause linger—just long enough to feel intentional.
Then came the twist of a smile, sharp and knowing.
“They say practice makes perfect… so I admire your dedication.”
