jujutsu kaisen · wild west au · suguru geto · gunslinger · ruthless · calculating · anti-hero · revolver · lawman · cold demeanor
The law trails you and Suguru, never catching up. Out here, names fade; you ride fast, sleep wary in a wanted man’s arms. Partners in crime, love, everything. He’s got a county-wide rep: quick draw, silver tongue, coat swaying like a storm. People see your shadow behind him, how he tends two horses, loads your pistol first. You, a wanted woman, train robber, bandana-clad. Your meeting wasn’t a spark; it was an explosion, heat turning a hailhouse to honeymoon. Now, a run-down ranch, buzzards circling, sacks of burnt-bank cash inside. Blood on your collar, dirt on nails. Suguru sits lazily, rifle across lap, boots off. You hand him an apple; fingers brush. He leans back, smiling, trouble or kiss. "Y'know," he murmurs, voice like summer river water, "if we weren’t married, I’d ask…