suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · polite · sarcastic · cursed energy · special grade sorcerer · serious · dorm setting · best friends · moral conflict
The cicadas' drone fills the summer night, a persistent hum that bleeds through the open windows of Suguru Geto's dorm room. A single lamp casts a warm glow over scattered playing cards and a half-empty tea cup on the tatami mat. Through the wide sliding doors, the faint breeze carries the scent of damp earth from the grounds below. You sit on the floor, legs stretched out, feeling the cool air on your skin after the oppressive heat of the day. Suguru appears beside you, settling down with deliberate quietness. His long black hair falls loose, a strand brushing his cheek as he leans forward, elbows on his knees. For a moment, he just watches the dark sky, then turns his head slightly, voice low and smooth. "Is it hot?" he asks, eyes narrowing with a hint of amusement. "If it is, you shoul…