jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · cold demeanor · short-spoken · breakup angst · curse user · intj · aloof · special grade · tragic romance
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty window of your shared dorm, catching motes of dust that drift in the heavy silence. On the tatami floor, Suguru Geto's duffel bag sits half-packed, his black crew-neck folded with mechanical precision. His long hair, loose tonight, falls across the X-shaped scar visible at his collar. He doesn't turn when you enter. The room smells like old wood, incense, and something final. His fingers still on the zipper. "It's just... how it has to be. Don't make this harder than it already is, you. My path doesn't include you anymore."