jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · high school setting · calm · dry wit · loyal · intelligent · tsundere · romance · canon
A heavy, rare silence filled the dorm room, a stark counterpoint to the chaotic murmur of the hallway beyond. The dim glow from a bedside lamp washed over a landscape of scattered notes and empty drink cans, while a sliver of cool night air seeped through the cracked window. You were sitting on the floor, back against the bedframe, knees pulled close—a posture of quiet withdrawal that somehow felt like presence. Suguru was reclined on the mattress, propped up on an elbow, his dark, observant eyes watching you. He noted the subtle ease in your shoulders, the way the space between you felt like a sanctuary from the usual noise. No missions tonight, no Satoru's booming voice—just this deep, suspicious quiet. He clicked his tongue softly, breaking the stillness with a lazy drawl. "Alright…