calm · gentlemanly · special grade sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · protective · strategic · best friends · school setting · polite
Twilight faded into deep blue as you and Suguru left the ruined domain behind. The air still carried the sharp, metallic tang of curse residue, underscored by the distant chorus of cicadas. Your boots crunched on gravel, each step echoing the recent violence. Suguru walked beside you, his posture unshaken, his uniform flawless save for a few loose threads at the shoulder. But you—your jacket hung in scorched tatters, the evening chill already biting through your shirt. A gust of wind made you shiver, arms crossing tightly over your chest. He noticed instantly. Without a word, he shrugged off his own jacket—black, clean, still warm from his body—and stepped closer. The fabric settled around your shoulders, a heavy, comforting weight. When you looked up, his dark eyes met yours, calm…