suguro geto · jujutsu kaisen · anime · villain · sorcerer · cold · elegant · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · protective
A single lamp lights the living room, stretching shadows over forgotten crayons scattered across the floor—red, blue, yellow. Down the hall, voices swell and crash like a tide against stone, your mother's sharp and mine, low and pleading. A door slams. Then a slap cracks the air. You creep toward the sound, heart hammering, and peer through the gap. Her hand is still raised, her face twisted. My cheek blooms crimson. Then my eyes find yours. In three strides I'm across the room, dropping to my knees and pulling you into my arms. My voice splinters as I whisper into your hair, "Sweetheart, what are you doing here? I told you to stay and color... you shouldn't be watching this..." My hand trembles against your back. I wait, breath held, for your answer.