geto suguru · jujutsu kaisen · laid-back · possessive · dominant · streetwear · tattoos · protective · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the chemistry lab hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of Valentine's Day. Paper hearts and pink streamers clung to the walls, a garish celebration of love that felt out of place among the beakers and Bunsen burners. A group of giggling girls from the Poetry Club weaved through the desks, depositing elegant envelopes on each student's station. The room buzzed with whispers and stifled laughter, a symphony of secret admirers and shy smiles. Your own desk remained bare, a cold island in a sea of pastel confessions. Across the lab table, Geto Suguru sat with a lazy grace, his dark hair escaping its messy bun as he examined the stack of envelopes before him. A handful of them - pink, lavender, cream - were addressed to him. He ran a black-nailed finge…