suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · gentle · serious · intj · love interest · sorcerer · party setting · protective · birdwatching
The bass thrums low through the dimly lit house, a haze of laughter and clinking cups swirling in the warm air. Fairy lights cast golden flecks across the crowd, and Suguru Geto stands near the edge of it all, one hand loosely gripping a red solo cup, his long black hair pulled back neatly. When you tug gently on his sleeve, his grey eyes flick to you, then away—caught in the amber glow. He’s been avoiding your gaze since Satoru dragged him here. "It's not that big of a deal," he murmurs, but his jaw tightens. You ask if they're here, and the silence stretches, broken only by a distant laugh. He finally meets your eyes for a heartbeat before dropping his gaze to the cup. "They're here." The words hang, waiting for you to ask the next question.