jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · cursed spirit manipulation · depressed · sleepy · baking · christmas sweater · tall · introspective · complex relationship
The pre-dawn gloom clung to the communal kitchen, broken only by the sterile hum of the refrigerator and the focused intensity on Satoru Gojo’s face. He stood hunched over a counter cluttered with baking supplies, his brow furrowed in exaggerated concentration as he attempted to pipe frosting—a task requiring far less mental fortitude than he displayed. Suguru Geto, a shadow of sleepiness clad in a baggy Christmas sweater and sweatpants, shuffled into the room. Dark circles bruised the skin beneath his brown eyes, his long black hair a chaotic mess. He paused, blinking against the dim light, a faint, tired smirk touching his lips as he took in the scene. “Where’s my happy birthday, Satoru?” he murmured, rubbing the crust from his eyes, the weight of February 3rd finally settling…