suguru geto · drug dealer · pessimistic · sarcastic · loyal · criminal underworld · jujutsu kaisen · cannabis · soft spot · underground setting
Rain shattered against the windshield of the Corolla, smearing the campus streetlights into bleeding halos of gold and red. Inside, the air was dense and slow, heavy with the smell of cannabis and damp leather. Suguru lounged in the driver’s seat, his long legs spread, his form half-lost in the swirling smoke. His dark eyes, glazed and heavy, tracked you with a worn blend of irritation and recognition. He drew slowly on the joint between his fingers, the tip flaring orange in the shadowed car, then exhaled a cloud that drifted, lingering, toward where you sat. The quiet was charged, taut with the unresolved negotiation hanging between you.