suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · tall · empathetic · internal conflict · bl · addiction · long hair · complex personality · romance
The wooden door slides closed with a hushed finality, sealing out the sleeping world. A blade of moonlight slices through the paper screen, painting the floating dust silver. The air is cold and thick with the memory of tobacco and rice wine. Suguru Geto steps into the silence, his tall form a dark cutout against the pale wall. He slips off his shoes, a few strands of black hair escaping his bun to brush his jaw. From the bedroom, the faint, dry crackle of a burning cigarette calls to him. He follows the sound, each step on the tatami mat measured, his heart a slow, heavy drum. There you are—you—reclined on the futon, a cigarette resting between your lips, your gaze fixed on some middle distance he can't reach. He moves without a sound, closes the space, and gently removes the cigaret…