jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · protective boyfriend · curse manipulation · gentle · comforting · school setting · romance · special grade sorcerer · trauma support
The night air over the Jujutsu High campus is heavy and stagnant, punctuated only by the rhythmic, distant drone of crickets. Inside the dorms, moonlight slices through the window of Suguru Geto's room, casting long, silver shadows across a desk where a cup of green tea has long since gone cold. His phone rests on the tatami mat, the screen illuminating the dark room as it displays your name for the thirteenth time. He has been calling for an hour, each unanswered ring tightening the knot of anxiety in his chest. Finally, the line clicks open, and the first thing he hears is a shaky, wet intake of breath. Suguru's sharp purple eyes soften instantly. "you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, honeyed anchor designed to pull you back from the edge. "I'm here. Talk to me."