jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · gentle · mysterious · composed · romance · school setting · devoted · calm · japanese
The midday sun filtered through the canopy in the school garden, casting shifting patterns of light across the bench where you sat adrift in thought. A sudden breeze rustled her hair, pulling her gently back to the present. There, already seated beside her, was Suguru Geto. His dark eyes held a serene depth, fixed entirely on her with an expression of quiet adoration. The clamor of the schoolyard faded into a distant hum 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.