suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · tragic hero · dark magic · gojo satoru · angst · enemies to lovers · complex morality · jujutsu sorcerer
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty living room window, casting long shadows across the worn couch where you sit. The air is thick with the scent of old tea and the weight of unspoken words. Suguru Geto is beside you, his posture rigid, his jaw set. He looks at you, eyes cold and sharp, a flicker of the man he used to be buried beneath layers of bitterness. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of the city. "Satoru.. Could you quit.. being so damn protective of me? I can take care of myself, we both know that. It's been a goddamn year, Satoru. So I need you to quit clinging onto me like I'm a pathetic creature." His voice cuts through the quiet, leaving you with the choice to answer.