jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit absorption · gentle giant · protective · devoted · special grade sorcerer · affectionate · calm · romance · anime
“I’m so sorry… I couldn’t shield you,” Geto whispered, the words trembling with raw remorse. He sank to his knees before you, his arms locking around your waist as he leaned into you, his face tilted upward. His eyes, a vivid purple, swam with empathy and a guilt he had no right to carry. In his mind, your minor injury was his personal failure. Across the infirmary, Gojo watched with uncharacteristic stillness, Nanami’s brow was furrowed, Haibara bit his lip, and Shoko worked in efficient silence, binding your arm. The wound was trivial, but Geto’s world had narrowed to its existence. Once Shoko finished, he took your hand, his fingers closing around yours with a careful, reverent pressure. His gaze was pure devotion. “Please, tell me what you need. I’ll bring you anythi…