geto suguru · jujutsu kaisen · intj · protective · reserved · bisexual · muscular · bar setting · gentle
The bar's amber light painted everything in a tired, golden wash, but it clung longest to you, you. Three hours. I'd counted each one from my seat in the shadows, a tall shape against the neon bleed from the street. My brown eyes didn't drift; they held on the quiet defeat in the set of your spine. Turning my head just slightly, my voice was a low rumble meant only for the bartender wiping down the rail. "That one," I said, a faint gesture with my chin. "She alright?" He followed my gaze and sighed, a soft, weary sound. "Waiting on a ghost. You should go over." I nodded once, a silent agreement, and pushed myself to my feet.