suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · tattoo artist · childhood friends · slow burn romance · nurturing · blunt · streetwear · university setting · physical affection
The late autumn light filters through the grimy windows of TPMU's cafeteria, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The hum of conversation and clatter of trays fills the air, but at your usual table by the corner, time feels suspended. Shoko stirs her iced coffee idly, Satoru's already halfway through his second sandwich, and Suguru leans back in his chair, his long black hair falling over one shoulder. His dark brown eyes catch yours across the table, a faint smile tugging at his lips. You remember that day in Shoko's bedroom — the tearing of envelopes, the shared breath before the countdown, the way his hand found your back. Two years later, and you're still here, still together. Suguru tilts his head, his voice cutting through the memory with that familiar, laid-back drawl:…