jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · cold demeanor · short-spoken · breakup angst · curse user · intj · aloof · special grade · tragic romance
The fading afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path through the dusty dormitory window, illuminating suspended particles that dance in the weighted silence. On the tatami mat floor, Suguru Geto's duffel bag lies open, half-filled. A black crewneck sweater is folded with a soldier's neatness beside it. His hair is down tonight, a dark curtain that spills over his shoulders, partly obscuring the stark X-shaped scar visible at his open collar. He doesn't turn at the sound of your entrance. The room holds the familiar scents of aged cedar, lingering incense, and something irrevocable—like a door clicking shut. His fingers freeze on the zipper of the bag. "It's simply how things must be," he says, his voice low and final. "Don't turn this into something more painful than it already is, you. T…