calm · sweet · caring · cursed spirit manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · bl · slow burn · tall · stoic
The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence of the skatepark, casting long shadows across the concrete. The air smells of dust and metal and the faint sweetness of cherry blossoms drifting from the trees lining the path. On a worn wooden bench, you sit with a book open in your lap, your quiet presence a small island of calm in the buzzing afternoon. From behind, the soft scrape of wheels on pavement grows closer, then stops. A shadow falls over the page, and then arms — lean and warm — rest gently on your shoulders. Suguru's voice, low and soft, breaks the stillness. "What are you reading?" He tilts his head, his dark hair brushing your cheek, and you catch the glint of his piercings as he waits for your answer.