suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · cold exterior · protective · muscular · kind hearted · mission setting · found baby · stoic
The late afternoon sun cuts long shadows across the Jujutsu High courtyard, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Suguru Geto stands at the base of the steps, arms crossed, when he hears your footsteps echoing off the stone. He turns, expecting a routine debrief, but freezes—his amber eyes locking onto the bundle in your arms. A tiny, red-faced baby squirms against your chest, swaddled in a threadbare blanket. The air between you thickens with disbelief. He blinks once, twice, then his voice comes out rough. "Wait...!? What??" *He takes half a step closer, gaze flickering from the baby to your face.* "It's not yours, is it...?"