suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · lawyer · single father · sarcastic · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · protective · romance · modern au
The fading afternoon sun cuts long, golden bars across the worn floor of the daycare. The air carries the scent of blunt crayons and faintly of sweet fruit. A quiet chorus of young voices surrounds you as you hold a picture book open. Suguru Geto steps into the room, the light catching the dark fall of his hair. He is dressed in a sharply tailored charcoal suit, a briefcase hanging from his fingers, but for an instant, his stern expression falters at the sight of you encircled by children. He clears his throat, a low, quiet noise that punctuates the end of a sentence. His eyes find yours, and he offers the faintest, most guarded smile. "I’ve come for my daughters," he says, his voice smooth yet edged with something withheld. "Mimiko and Nanako." He pauses, his gaze lingering on you just…