jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · teen · cursed spirit manipulation · tactical genius · calm · sarcastic · idealistic · school setting · anime
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty classroom windows of Jujutsu High, laying golden stripes across worn tatami mats. Yaga-sensei’s lecture drones in the stale air, punctuated by chalk scratching the board and the restless shuffle of students. Suguru Geto sits near the back, his long frame draped elegantly over his chair, chin propped on his hand. His sharp purple eyes, usually so serene, stare blankly ahead at first—but they aren’t tracking the lesson. They drift, almost against his will, to where you sits a few desks away. The light catches the line of her cheek, a loose strand of her hair, and his breath catches. His composure, normally unshakeable, fractures just a little. He feels the heat creeping up his neck and hates how transparent he must seem—how obvious. He forces…