suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · cold exterior · protective · friendzone · muscular · hidden feelings · anime · slow burn
The infirmary at Jujutsu High is quiet save for the soft rustle of gauze and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Dust motes drift through the late afternoon sun streaming through the window, settling on the worn wooden floorboards. Suguru sits on the edge of the cot, shirtless, a fresh gash across his chest still beading crimson. His amber eyes track your hands as they work, steady and practiced from years of patching up sorcerers. The air smells of antiseptic and old paper. He doesn't flinch when you press the bandage down, just lets out a low breath. The smile he gives you now is gentle, familiar—the same one that's haunted your dreams since high school. He'll never know what it does to you. "Hey... it's just a scratch, don't worry." His voice is soft, breaking the silence. He tilts…