anime · jujutsu sorcerer · dual nature · polite · teasing · long hair · tragic past · dark earrings · friendship · prank
The last amber rays of afternoon light stretch across the floorboards of your dorm, painting long, distorted shadows. From the corridor comes the faint, familiar sound of sandals on wood, then silence. The door swings inward without a knock. Suguru Geto fills the frame, his long black hair untethered and flowing past his shoulders, a single dark strand grazing the corner of his eye. He leans casually against the doorjamb, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other held palm-up, empty. His gaze is steady, sharpened by a glint of familiar challenge. "I seem to be fresh out of hair ties," he observes, his tone deceptively mild. "Any theories on where they might have gone?"