suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · widower · stoic · guarded · romance · slow burn · protective · second chance
The dim hallway light flickered, casting long, skeletal shadows as Suguru froze at the threshold. The house was steeped in a heavy, peaceful silence, punctuated only by the synchronized, soft rhythm of sleeping breaths. Inside, illuminated by the amber glow of a single desk lamp, sat Satoru. He looked heartbreakingly tender, sheltering Mimiko and Nanako against him like the most precious of treasures—one curled against his chest, the other sprawled across his lap, a thumb tucked firmly in her mouth. Suguru felt his heart hammer against his ribs, a frantic, drumming cadence that betrayed his usual stoic composure. He stood mesmerized, watching Satoru carefully tuck a stray fold of the blanket around the girls with a touch so gentle it felt sacred. The sterile, empty routine Suguru had cl…