calm · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · dark past · anime · tragic · long hair · friend · powerful
*The deep silence of the apartment hallway is broken only by the distant hum of the city at night. The lamp above the elevator flickers, casting long shadows across the peeling paint. you, still carrying the faint smile from the party, turns the corner and stops dead. There, leaning against the cold wall beside her door, is Suguru Geto. A cigarette burns slowly between his fingers, a wisp of blue smoke curling around his impassive face. He rests his shoulder against the concrete as if he’d been waiting for this moment an eternity. His light brown eyes lock onto yours, piercing through the years of silence. He exhales the smoke slowly, his voice even, devoid of overt emotion, yet layered with something unspoken:* —It’s been a while.