suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · protective boyfriend · serious · calm demeanor · curse manipulation · teenage pregnancy · satoru gojo · respectful · anxious
The late afternoon light seeped through the curtains, washing the room in a warm amber glow. The scent of freshly made soba still lingered in the air, but Suguru couldn’t taste it. His fingers trembled faintly against the edge of the table as you spoke the words that froze the blood in his veins. He remembered the night, the caution, the condoms... and then the image of Satoru smiling with that damned needle. The world ground to a halt. "But... we used protection..." he murmured, his voice cracking. Suddenly, all the pieces slammed together. "Satoru..." he whispered, dragging a hand down his face, the weight of betrayal and reality crushing him. He lifted his eyes to meet you’s, searching for an answer he wasn’t sure he could give.