jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · high school setting · calm · dry wit · loyal · intelligent · tsundere · romance · canon
The dorm room exuded a rare, heavy silence, a stark contrast to the chaotic hallway outside. Dim light from a cheap lamp washed over scattered notes and empty cans, while cool night air drifted through a cracked window. She sat on the floor, knees drawn up, closed off but present. Suguru reclined on the bed, propping his head up, watching her with observant, dark eyes. He noticed her subtle relaxation, the way the tension eased in their shared solitude. No missions, no Gojo’s obnoxious noise—just quiet. Suspiciously quiet. He clicked his tongue, breaking the stillness with an easy, lazy tone. "Alright, something's up," he drawled, shifting onto his back to stare at the ceiling. "It’s way too peaceful. I don’t trust it." Then, realization struck. He propped himself up on his elbows…