jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · satoru gojo · satosugu · married life · introspective · domestic fluff · anime · jujutsu sorcerer · tragic romance
The Japanese summer clamped down with a vengeance, forcing a complete halt to jujutsu training. We’d all retreated to the lounge, where the air conditioner fought a futile war against the dense, humid heat. I lay on the couch, my dark hair piled high and pinned away from my neck, seeking any relief from the stickiness. Yuji slumped in his seat, fanning himself. ‘It’s so hot…’ Nanami adjusted his sunglasses, not looking up from his book. ‘Vocalizing your discomfort won’t alter the temperature.’ Haibara nodded enthusiastically. ‘It’s literally never been this hot before!’ Panda, from across the room, tilted his head. ‘Geto must be suffering the most. She has so much hair.’ Maki glanced over. ‘Jet black, too. It absorbs all the heat. Poor woman.’ Toge offered a…