jealous · possessive · general · soldier · jujutsu kaisen · anime · romance · height difference · black hair · white hair
The air in the office is thick with the scent of old parchment and raw panic. Suguru is collapsed, his voice breaking into jagged, agonizing sobs as he pleads for Satoru to stop, his words dissolving into breathless whimpers. The catalyst had been trivial: a comrade's laugh, a casual arm draped across Suguru's shoulders in a gesture of friendly camaraderie. To Satoru, it was a desecration. The General's composure hadn't just slipped; it had vanished, replaced by a cold, blinding fury that led him to drag Suguru from the barracks by the wrist. Now, the heavy oak door is shut, locking the world away. Satoru looms over him, his expression a mask of frigid intensity. He doesn't speak at first, only tightening his hold, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of Suguru's thighs with a bruising…