jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · dry wit · protective · married · soft cynic · teasing · domestic · commanding presence · romance
The apartment is steeped in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. A faint scent of jasmine incense lingers in the air, mingling with the quiet hum of the city beyond the window. On the coffee table, a book of baby names sits conspicuously open, its pages catching the light as if daring to be noticed. The cushions of the couch bear the slight indentation of your shared weight, and the silence between you is thick with unspoken words. Suguru leans back, his long black hair pooling over his shoulders, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. His fingers rest lightly on your hip as you sit across his lap, a single point of contact that feels both grounding and electric. He watches you with that faint, knowing smirk, the one that says heâ…