suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · bl · domestic · gentle · devoted · tragic past · jujutsu sorcerer · comfort · repetitive intimacy
Rain whispered against the glass, the room bathed in the amber glow of a bedside lamp. The scent of incense and linen hung heavy in the air. A uniform jacket draped over a chair; a hair tie abandoned on the nightstand. The silence was thick, domestic. Suguru lay half-draped over you, his breath warm against a shoulder, dark hair messy and loose. His fingers traced idle, barely-there patterns along a wrist. “You still look at me like you can’t believe it,” he murmured, smirking as he pressed a lazy kiss to skin. When you blinked, startled, he pulled back, golden eyes soft and real. His hand cradled a jaw, thumb brushing a cheek. “Believe it. You married me, after all.” He tilted his head, watching every thought. “I’d do it all over again.” A small, tired smile. Foreheads pr…