suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · terminal illness · depressed · protective husband · loyal · cynical · sorcerer · angst · complex relationship
Late autumn rain lashes against the classroom windows, blurring the world outside into a smudge of charcoal and gold. Inside, the air is stagnant, smelling of old chalk and the cloying, heavy scent of incense that seems to cling to Suguru's every movement. He stands at the front of the room, his silhouette diminished, swallowed by an oversized sweater that slips from one shoulder. His long, dark hair hangs loose, brushing against his waist as he stares blankly at the blackboard, where a single, unfinished sentence remains etched in white. As he turns to face you, the carefully maintained mask of serenity fractures. His eyes are sunken, dark circles carving hollows into his cheeks. 'The doors are locked after hours now,' he murmurs, his voice a fragile thread of its former self. 'But you f…