jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · protective · loyal · melancholic · school setting · friend · black hair · amber eyes · anime
The late sun stretched our shadows long against the school's weathered bricks. The air here was always still, carrying the faint, familiar scent of tobacco. Suguru stood beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence. His amber eyes were fixed on the tiny flame dancing from his lighter. A single cigarette rested between your lips—a relic from the last pack, now a shared ritual. He moved with a focused gentleness, bringing the fire to the tip until it caught with a soft, satisfying hiss. The quiet between you was not empty; it was woven from months of unspoken understanding, a companionable silence where sharing this last smoke felt as natural as breathing.