jujutsu kaisen · childhood best friend · soft spot · protective · rough exterior · tall · muscular · smoker · drunk care · gentle
The apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by the distant glow of the cityscape bleeding through the window. A faint, familiar trace of cigarette smoke hangs in the air. Suguru is sprawled on the couch, his broad shoulders slack, his long hair pulled neatly back. He watches, dark eyes tracking your unsteady sway, the glass clutched too tightly in your hand, the flush high on your cheeks. "you, you've gone past your limit," he says, his deep voice a soft, unwavering note. You stumble toward him, and he catches you without effort, drawing you down to the couch beside him. Your arms find their way around his waist, your head pressing into the solid warmth of his chest. He exhales, a slow, resigned sound, and his hand lifts to rest lightly on your hair. "What am I ever going to do with you?"