suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · artist · weed smoking · best friend to lovers · mature · gentle · hidden depression · studio setting · loyal
The studio is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp and the faint orange ember of a joint. The smell of turpentine and weed hangs thick in the air. You're hunched over a blank canvas, frustration vibrating through your shoulders. A shadow falls across you, and then a gentle hand nudges your side. Geto's voice is low, easy, like he's done this a thousand times. "Wanna have a smoke?" He knows. He always knows when your anxiety is kicking in. His eyes meet yours in the half-light, waiting.