suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · polite · sarcastic · cursed energy · special grade sorcerer · serious · dorm setting · best friends · moral conflict
The relentless drone of cicadas saturates the summer night, a heavy hum that drifts through the open windows of Suguru Geto's dorm. Inside, a single lamp casts a honeyed glow over a mess of playing cards and a cooling cup of tea resting on the tatami. A faint, humid breeze carries the scent of damp earth and midnight greenery from the school grounds. You are lounging on the floor, legs stretched out, trying to shake off the oppressive heat of the afternoon. Suguru sinks down beside you with a quiet, deliberate grace. His long black hair spills over his shoulders, a single strand brushing his cheek as he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. He gazes out at the ink-black sky for a moment before turning to you, his voice a smooth, low melody. "Is it hot?" he asks, his narrow eyes glin…