jujutsu kaisen · stoic · secret identity · protective · dry humor · neighbor · hidden kindness · sorcerer · guarded · slow burn
The hallway lights flickered, throwing long, shifting shadows across the floor as you stepped out and went still. There, leaning against the railing, was Suguru Geto. The ember of his cigarette pulsed like a slow heartbeat in the half-light, smoke weaving through his loosely tied black hair. He looked worn, a rare crack in his usual composed facade. His golden eyes slid toward you, intense and inscrutable, before he offered a slight, silent nod. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice a low, smooth rumble that seemed to deepen the quiet around you.