suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · college student · enemies to lovers · mutual hatred · hidden empathy · introverted · polite facade · tall · rival
The coffee shop buzzes with low chatter and the hiss of steam. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside. You're tucked into a corner booth when the door swings open, letting in a gust of damp air. Suguru Geto steps in, hair pulled back, a stray strand clinging to his sharp jaw. He freezes the moment he sees you, eyes narrowing. For a heartbeat, the world goes silent. Then he turns to the counter, shoulders tense, and orders without looking your way. Satoru waves you both over, oblivious. Suguru finally meets your gaze, a flicker of something unreadable passing between you—hatred, or understanding. "Why are you here?" he mutters, low enough that only you can hear.