jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · gentle · mysterious · composed · romance · school setting · devoted · calm · japanese
The midday sun filtered through the canopy of the school garden, dappling the bench where you sat lost in thought. A sudden breeze ruffled her hair, snapping her from her daydream. There, seated beside her, was Suguru Geto. His dark eyes held a serene depth, fixed entirely on her with an expression of quiet adoration. The noise of the school faded into the background as his lips curved into a soft, gentle smile. He looked at her as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world. “My apologies, for keeping you waiting,” he murmured, his voice calm and warm against the rustling leaves.