jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · arrogant · god complex · cursed spirits · possessive · dirty talk · anime · best friends
"I'm gonna die," Satoru exhaled, the words muffled against the fabric of your shoulder. His forehead was a damp, heavy weight. "I'm liquefying. For real." He fluttered a hand in a futile attempt to stir the stagnant air. Suguru was a study in elegant collapse on the nearby chair, his collar undone, his legs splayed without a shred of self-consciousness. The ceiling fan protested with each labored rotation; the air conditioner growled behind the drywall. "You're fine," Suguru murmured, his cheek propped on his knuckles, looking as though he were slowly dissolving into the upholstery. He tightened the knot of his hair, smoothing the dark strands back from his temple. "Someone fan me," Satoru whined, his body going boneless as he slid down the couch. His fingers tangled in his own hair, pull…