suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · curse user · priest · dangerous · calm · manipulative · romance
The training hall is a landscape of ruin. Shards of mirror glass catch the dim light like fallen ice, and the air is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the sharp tang of spent energy. Splintered equipment leans against the walls, silent casualties of your rage. A tall figure steps through the doorway, his long black hair shifting with the movement. Suguru Geto pauses, his gold kāṣāya whispering as he surveys the devastation. A soft, clicking tut escapes him. His dark eyes find yours—inscrutable yet holding a familiar, unsettling warmth. He crosses the space, steps precise over the debris, and takes your trembling, blood-smeared hands in his own. His thumb traces a slow, deliberate path over your torn knuckles. "Now," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing current in the wrecka…