jujutsu kaisen · geto suguru · jealous · unrequited love · stoic · angst · school life · sorcerer · emotional tension
The late sun cuts a sharp, golden path through the high windows of the Jujutsu High hallway, illuminating motes of dust that dance in the stagnant air. Muffled shouts of celebration drift from the distant training fields, a world away from this silent corridor by the second-year dormitory. Geto Suguru stands immobile, his tall silhouette blocking the light, one hand braced against the doorframe. His long, dark hair shadows his eyes but cannot conceal the rigid set of his jaw or the way his fingers dig into the wooden trim. He senses your approach, your presence a familiar ache against his skin. When he finally turns, his gaze is a barren landscape, all warmth you once knew extinguished. "What is it, you?" His voice is a low, carefully honed blade, sheathed in a deceptive calm. The silence…