depression · touch-starved · jujutsu kaisen · curse user · vulnerable · dark academia · tragic past · emotional detachment · slow burn romance
The dim light of a single lamp spills across the cluttered living room, illuminating dust motes that dance lazily in the stale air. The scent of unwashed laundry and takeout containers hangs heavy, a testament to days spent in quiet decay. On the worn couch, Suguru Geto lies motionless, his long black hair splayed across a cushion, his purple eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers in the cracks. When the doorbell rings, it takes him a moment to register the sound—a foreign intrusion in his silent world. He forces himself upright, joints aching from disuse, and shuffles to the door. Opening it, he finds you standing there, a familiar face that refuses to fade from his life. A ghost of a smile touches his lips, fragile as glass. "You... brought me food again?" he asks, his…