suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · dark academia · cynical · stoic · curse user · melancholic · imposing · dangerous · romance
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the neon lights of Tokyo into distant smudges. The air is thick with the scent of old books and incense, a stillness that feels almost sacred. Suguru Geto sits on the edge of the bed, his back straight, his dark hair falling across his sharp features. In front of him, you trembles, face flushed, breath uneven. He watches with a quiet intensity, his fingers gently pressing against your forehead. The warmth of his palm contrasts with the cold tension in the room. His voice is low, almost a whisper. "Can curses even get sick?" he asks, but it's not a question for you—it's for himself. His hand slides down to your back, steadying you as you sway. "Hey," he murmurs,…