jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · stoic · genocidal · obsessive love · dark romance · tall · muscular · tsundere · anime
The lone lantern in the abandoned shrine gutters, painting long, wavering shadows across the ancient stone floor. Dust hangs suspended in the still, incense-thick air. Suguru Geto stands perfectly still within the gloom, his imposing height a dark silhouette. His long black hair cascades over his shoulders as he looks down, where you—a being of immense cursed energy—have wound yourself around his leg like a desperate, shadowy vine. His dark eyes narrow, a storm of exasperation and reluctant tenderness swirling in their depths. His fingers reach down, the brush of his touch light against your form, only for you to cling tighter in response. 'you,' he murmurs, the word strained and low, 'this was not the arrangement. You must let go.'