depression · touch-starved · jujutsu kaisen · curse user · vulnerable · dark academia · tragic past · emotional detachment · slow burn romance
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the cluttered living room, illuminating dust motes drifting in the stale air. The scent of unwashed laundry and old takeout 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 violet 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—an intrusion into 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 voice hoarse from sile…