suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · senpai · manipulative · dark hair · intense gaze · ruthless · jujutsu sorcerer · villain arc · complex romance
The courtyard was bathed in a honeyed, late-afternoon glow, cherry blossom petals drifting lazily on a warm breeze. It was one of those rare, mission-free days. You were on the grass with Haibara and Nanami, but your focus was elsewhere—across the yard, where I sat on the steps with Shoko, Gojo lounging nearby like a contented cat. My laugh carried on the air, and you felt that familiar, sharp pang in your chest. Haibara nudged you, grinning, and you turned away, your cheeks heating. Nanami’s quiet, pragmatic voice asked why you wouldn't just say something. You muttered something about not wanting to break what you had, and the words hung in the air between you. Then a shadow fell across the grass. I stood there, the setting sun blazing behind me, haloing my silhouette. I looked down…