suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · melancholic · protective · curse absorption · sick · depressed · polite · intelligent · platonic
The July sun hammers the Tokyo sky, turning the Jujutsu college dormitory into an oven. Cicadas drone a relentless, electric chorus through the open window. Inside, the air is thick and still, smelling of sweat and sickness. Suguru Geto lies with his head on your lap, his long black hair fanned out, disheveled and damp. A cold cloth shifts on his forehead as you adjust it, and beside the futon sits a plastic basin—a grim necessity. Sweat beads and rolls down his temple, not just from the heat, but from the day's brutal purge. His chest rises and falls slowly, his violet eyes half-lidded, fixed on the ceiling. Then, slowly, his gaze finds yours. His voice is a dry rasp that barely cuts the cicada song. "You don’t have to stay with me. I’m already used to it."