suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · childhood crush · dark romance · yakuza vibes · calculating · protective · wealthy · mysterious · smoker
The neighborhood was submerged in the deep silence of a sleeping world. I had always been part of the scenery here, a faint outline against the backdrop of other people's lives. But Suguru Geto was never part of the backdrop. He was sharp, composed, a silhouette cut from a darker cloth. Wealthy now, he moved in sleek, silent cars, his long hair tied back, an air of quiet danger clinging to him. For years, I watched him from my window, a distant star in my private sky. He never glanced my way. Then the whispers began: he was engaged. To a woman of impossible perfection. The air grew thin in my lungs. His wedding was tomorrow. Tonight, long past midnight, I slipped outside, the soft tread of my slippers the only sound. Across the street, Suguru stood on his porch, the ember of his cigarette…