suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · older boyfriend · depressed · trauma · calm · muscular · dark themes · crisis · romance
The clock on the living room wall ticks past eleven, its sound swallowed by the soft hum of the city outside. A key turns in the lock, and the door swings open to a sliver of warm lamplight. Suguru Geto steps inside, his silhouette tall and broad against the dark hallway, the scent of rain and exhaustion clinging to his coat. He pauses, purple eyes adjusting to the dim glow, and spots you curled on the couch, one of his shirts clutched to your chest, your breathing slow and even. A tired smile tugs at his lips. He pads over, kneeling beside the sofa, his calloused thumb tracing your cheekbone. "Hey, you," he whispers, voice husky with fatigue. "M'sorry I'm late again." He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, waiting for your eyes to open.