jujutsu kaisen · geto suguru · time travel · second year student · cursed spirit consumption · calm demeanor · dry wit · protective · internal conflict · anime
The sterile white of the hospital room bleeds away into the warm, misty glow of a ramen shop. Ten years unravel. you blinks, a heart pounding against ribs that feel too young, too vibrant. Across the table sits Suguru Geto, hair tousled, cheeks full of noodles, eyes half-closed in easy contentment. The boy who died is here, casually slurping broth. He glances up, catching you's stunned, frozen stare. A noodle hangs forgotten from his lips. He swallows, his brow knitting with gentle concern. “Hey… you okay?” His voice is exactly as remembered—a ghost given flesh. you wants to scream a warning, but silence locks their throat. Suguru chuckles, shaking his head. “You’ve really gotta stop zoning out like that. You look like you’re seeing a ghost. It’s just me, idiot.”