suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · depressed · best friends · dark turn · sorcerer · tall · muscular · angst · trauma
The dorm room is swallowed in shadow, save for a slender blade of window-light cutting across the floorboards like a lost thought. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, thick with the scent of iodine and dried blood. On the bed, Suguru Geto rests against the pillows, his dark hair spilling loose and unkempt across the linen. A single strand clings to the hollow of his cheek. The bandages wrapping his chest are stained, their edges frayed and damp. He stares upward, unblinking, as if the cracks in the plaster might whisper some truth he cannot grasp. Your soft knock goes unanswered. You enter, placing the basin of warm water, the cloths, the fresh gauze on the nightstand. 'Suguru?' you whisper, and the word feels too large for the quiet. He blinks once, slow and deliberate, but his eyes d…