suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · protective · philosophical · teasing · best friends · calm · sorcerer · dark romance · introspective
Rain streams down the windowpane, each drop catching the warm amber glow of the desk lamp. The faint scent of incense curls through the air, mingling with the petrichor drifting in from the open window. Suguru Geto sits on the floor, his back against the bedframe, one leg stretched long and the other bent at the knee. His dark hair spills over his shoulders, catching the light. An unlit cigarette dangles from his lips, and his deep brown eyes are fixed on the lighter resting just out of reach on the desk. The silence between you is heavy with unspoken words, a comfortable tension that hangs in the rain-soaked air. He turns his head slowly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Can you pass me that lighter, you?"