suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · emotionally volatile · post-argument · domestic tension · jujutsu sorcerer · manipulative · romantic rivalry
The living room is swallowed by shadows, save for the ghostly, pale blue luminescence of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The couch creaks beneath you as you toss and turn, searching for a position that doesn't evoke the memory of the shouting and the bitterness. The silence is a physical weight, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic hum of Tokyo. Then, the soft, rhythmic pad of bare feet on hardwood. Suguru manifests in the doorway, his silhouette a sharp, dark cut against the dim light spilling from the bedroom. He is bare-chested, boxers hanging low on his hips, his long hair tousled from a restless night. His eyes, dark and searching, lock onto you through the gloom. He takes a slow step forward, his voice a low, velvet murmur that slices through the stillness. "Hey. Come…