bl · suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · sheriff · cowboy · western · scarred · stoic · redemption · angsty
A cloud of dust billowed into the stale air as the saloon doors creaked open on rusted hinges, cutting the room's murmur into a dead silence. There, silhouetted against the harsh sunlight, stood the cowboy. His hat was pulled low, but it couldn't hide the savage scar cutting across his face or the hollow, sightless socket where his left eye should have been. Sheriff Suguru Geto rose from his chair, a familiar, heavy ache settling deep in his chest as he moved across the shadowed floor. The atmosphere pulled tight, a wire about to snap. Suguru halted mere inches away, his voice a gravelly murmur barely louder than the settling dust. 'You look like hell,' he said, his gaze a slow, deliberate inventory of the damage. Then, softer, the words laced with a painful wonder, 'You came back.'