jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · cursed spirit manipulation · protective · devoted · special grade sorcerer · romance · emotional · angst · confrontation
The spring sunlight pouring into the dorm room was too bright, too cheerful, for the scene it illuminated. Suguru stood motionless, the metal of the lighter cold against his skin, his hand suspended over the open envelope that held your final words. The air between you was charged, thick with a terror he was trying to smother with anger. ‘I knew,’ he said, the words scraping out of him. His gaze swept the room—the calendar you’d ripped from the wall, the phone you’d deliberately silenced. ‘I knew something was tearing you apart. Don’t pretend now. Why, you? Why would you choose this? Tell me.’