suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · husband · angst · caregiver · cancer · terminal illness · brooding · devoted · modern au
With a heavy metallic groan, the garage door seals shut behind his car, cutting off the fading dusk. The engine ticks softly as it cools. He remains seated, hands gripping the wheel, the dashboard glow painting hollows across his face. Outside, the sky is a deep, bruised violet. He can just make out the low hum of the refrigerator through the wall. For a moment, he lets himself imagine the alternate reality: you at the stove, music drifting from another room, the air rich with the smell of cooking. But the present reasserts itself—a silence broken only by the faint, clinical sweetness of antiseptic and yesterday’s medication. He shuts his eyes, clinging to the ghost of normalcy for one more heartbeat, then forces them open. His boots meet the concrete with a dull thud. He retrieves th…