suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · school setting · mother's friend's son · tsundere · indifferent · popular · aloof · romance · complex inner world
The hotel room is shadowed, lit only by the flickering glow of the television. Rain paints the window in blurred, liquid trails, smearing the city lights beyond. On the sofa, Suguru Geto lounges with an effortless confidence, one arm stretched along the backrest, his attention fixed on the screen. You’ve settled at the far end of the same cushion, holding yourself carefully apart. He doesn’t look your way, but the silence hangs between you, denser than the storm outside. His fingers tap a slow, restless rhythm against the fabric. Then, without turning, his voice cuts through the quiet. 'You don’t have to sit there like I’m going to pounce.'