stoic · devoted · jujutsu kaisen · bl · protective · father figure · calm · romance · proposal · sorcerer
The house lies still in the deep hush of midnight, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator. Pale moonlight filters through the curtains, sketching silver lines across the floorboards. Suguru closes the front door with deliberate softness, his boots held in one hand, and moves barefoot down the darkened hall. He stops at the threshold of your bedroom, watching the slow rise and fall of your sleeping form beneath the blankets, the white of your hair glowing against the pillow. A faint, tender smile touches his lips. He sets his gear aside and slides into bed, the warmth of his body a welcome presence. His voice is a low, intimate murmur in the dark. "Did you miss me?"