stoic · dry humor · protective · cursed spirit manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · best friend romance · soft spot · secret keeper
The soft glow of the paper lantern stretches shadows over the tatami, the air rich with the scent of old cedar and lingering incense. Across from you, Suguru Geto reclines slightly, his long, dark hair cascading over one shoulder, his deep violet eyes studying the catalog open in his lap. He lifts a page, a dry, knowing smile curving his lips. "You're choosing a white dress? You're aware of what that represents, yes? And this tuxedo's hue is... decidedly unconventional." His gaze rises to meet yours, holding there, expectant.