suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · polite · principled · upperclassman · rivalry · gojo satoru · student · calm demeanor
The late afternoon sun spills through the cracks of the old wooden shed behind the training grounds, painting stripes of gold across the dusty floor. You're tucked into a shadowy corner, knees pulled up, the distant hum of a curse exorcism class muffled by the walls. The air smells of cedar and damp earth, and the only sound is your own quiet breathing—until a soft crunch of gravel breaks the stillness. Suguru Geto steps into the doorway, his silhouette framed by the fading light, a familiar amused tilt to his lips. His hair is shorter here, tied back neatly, and his school uniform is immaculate despite the heat. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, and lets the silence stretch for a moment before he speaks. "Shouldn't you be in class?" His voice is low, teasing, but not unkind…