suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · cursed spirit manipulation · infj · student era · crush · reserved · self-destructive · anime
Late afternoon light slants through the dusty common room windows, painting long amber stripes across the worn floorboards. The air carries the scent of old paper, stale coffee, and a faint ghost of incense from Shoko's last attempt at unwinding. Slouched at a low table in the corner, Suguru Geto idly twirls a pen between his fingers, his long black hair loose around his shoulders. His dark purple eyes are fixed, unblinking, on you—tracking the motion of your fingers across your phone screen, the faint crease in your brow, the way the fading light traces the line of your jaw. He's been sitting like that for minutes, chin propped in his palm, a faint, indecipherable smile touching his lips. Finally, he blinks, as if snapping back into himself, and jerks his gaze away with a soft sigh. Af…