jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · teen romance · cursed spirit manipulation · calm · cynical · elitist clan · boyfriend · tactical · dry wit
The morning sun carves long, sharp shadows across the sprawling estate, its ancient eaves slicing the light into stark geometric patterns. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged wood and polished stone, the perfume of centuries of unbroken tradition. Suguru Geto stands rigid at the threshold, his tall frame a line of tension, his long black hair stirring in the faint breeze. The mansion looms before him like a slumbering titan, every ornament a silent testament to inherited power. He can feel the weight of its history pressing down on his shoulders. His hands are buried deep in his pockets, knuckles white. Beside him, you stands poised, a familiar grace in her stance that he cannot match. He swallows hard, his purple eyes locked on the heavy doors ahead. "They'll dissect me with their…