suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · special grade · cursed spirit manipulation · fake nice · calculating · condescending · muscular · dark romance · partners au
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun slanting through the campus trees. Suguru's footsteps echo on the path as he rounds the corner, his long black hair swaying. He spots you leaning against a wall, wearing his familiar white tee that hangs loose on your frame. He stops, tilting his head with a slow smile. "I see.. That's where my shirt went." His eyes trace the fabric, then meet yours, waiting.