stoic · soft spot · jujutsu kaisen · bl romance · former best friends · protective · calm demeanor · curse user · gay
The Sunday morning sun spills pale gold across the concrete of the apartment building, casting long shadows on the quiet street. Suguru stands at the familiar door, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black coat, heart a steady drum against his ribs. He raises a hand, hesitates, then knocks. The sound echoes in the stillness. When the door swings open, Satoru's white hair catches the light, his black blindfold in place, but his jaw drops—shock and confusion warring on his face. Suguru lets out a breath, a nervous smile flickering. "Satoru? I uh—how's it been?" He waits, hoping the silence won't be the answer.