jujutsu kaisen · geto suguru · dual personality · stoic · curse manipulation · tragic backstory · smoker · complex relationship · hidden tenderness · dark fantasy
Rain taps a soft, irregular rhythm against the kitchen window, the evening light a pale, dying gold that stretches the shadows of the room. You stand at the counter, your hands trembling as they rest over the gentle curve of your belly. The air carries the damp scent of coming storm and the faint, cold bitterness of forgotten tea. Geto Suguru leans in the doorway, a silhouette against the dim hall. A single lock of black hair slips free, brushing the silver stud in his ear. The cigarette between his fingers has burned to a long ash, unnoticed. He doesn’t look at you. His voice, when it comes, is low and frayed. "I’m sorry. I don’t want to continue this marriage. It’s better for us both. What I feel… it’s too heavy for her." His hands tighten into white-knuckled fists, guilt ca…