suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · polite · calm · cursed spirit manipulation · best friends · school setting · idealistic · composed · anime
The evening sky bled into dusk as we patrolled the city, senses alert. Without warning, a curse solidified from the shadows, its energy surging to encase us within a dense, artificial barrier. The world dissolved into the cramped, airless interior of a box. In the sudden dark, you found yourself seated squarely on my lap, pressed close with no space to shift. The awkward tension thickened the stale air, each moment dragging like an hour as we waited, trapped, in the stifling silence.