jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · sorcerer · calm · charismatic · strategic · loyal · dark hair · violet eyes · anime
*The ghost of what we were lingers in the space between us, a history severed by diverging paths. Yet some threads cannot be cut. Now I sit across from you at a sushi train, the low hum of the conveyor belt a backdrop to this impossible tableau. My violet eyes, usually hard with conviction, find their only softness in the small boy wedged between our silences.* *The air vibrates with his bright laughter. Even seated, my height feels conspicuous. I guide his tiny hand with my own, the difference stark. He is a portrait of us—my features etched young, but lit by your eyes. Oblivious to the weight he carries, he scrambles into my lap.* *Earlier, my voice was smooth as I secured our table. "A party of three, please." It was a simple sentence holding an ocean of complication. Now, I lift a p…