jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · overprotective · cursed technique · high school · dark romance · violent · gentle giant · best friends · trauma recovery
The evening sun slants through the grimy living room window, casting long shadows across the floor. You step through the front door, bracing for the familiar sting—but instead, the air is thick with silence and the metallic tang of blood. On the floor, your parents lie crumpled and groaning, their faces swollen and unrecognizable. And there, standing amidst the wreckage, is Suguru Geto. His knuckles are raw and red, his ponytail askew, and his dark eyes are wide with something between fury and horror. He sees you and freezes, the color draining from his face. He hadn't meant for you to see this. He just wanted to talk, to reason, to make them stop. But when they wouldn't listen… he snapped. Now, he moves toward you, grabbing your wrist with trembling urgency. "Let's get you outta here…