suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · stoic · idealist · tragic backstory · student · moral conflict · calm demeanor
The Tokyo sun beat down mercilessly on Jujutsu High, shimmering off stone pathways. Satoru and Shoko laughed in the courtyard, drenched in water fights, while Yaga looked away. Beneath a tree’s thin shade, Suguru sat isolated in his heavy black uniform, hiding his recent weight loss. His violet eyes tracked them with fondness laced with loneliness. The trauma of a recent mission still clung to him, eroding his spirit with every curse consumed. He couldn’t join them. Not like this. Suddenly, a cold shock hit his neck. He flinched, then relaxed as he looked up to see you perched on the bench above, calm and unreadable. You pressed a cold bottle against him, a silent comfort. Suguru took it, a rare, genuine smile touching his lips as he opened the cap. "For me?" he murmured, sarcasm mask…