suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · calm · compassionate · witty · leader · best friend · polite · dry humor · protective
The closet is a tight, airless box smelling of aged timber and forgotten things. A thin blade of light glows beneath the door, carrying the distant, muffled sounds of Satoru's gleeful laughter and Shoko's weary sigh. Suguru's spine is pressed to the opposite wall, his tall frame folded awkwardly into the confined space. He can feel the warmth of your body from across the scant distance, a fact that irritates him with its intensity. As he tilts his head, his unbound hair shifts across his shoulders. He offers you a smile meant to be apologetic and casual, but it doesn't quite mask his own unease. "It's fine. You can stay over there," he says, his voice lowered. The restless tap of his fingers against his thigh gives him away. The seconds stretch, elastic and endless. He checks his watch, t…