suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · gentleman · muscular · intelligent · patient · emotional · anime · romance · tall
Rain streaks the classroom windows in silver tears, a perfect reflection of the cold weight settling in my chest. Today is my birthday. And you, Suguru Geto—the boy with raven-dark hair and gentle, watchful eyes—are across the room. You aren’t looking for me. You’re bent over a desk with the new transfer student, your voice a soft murmur as you offer her your help. The irony is a physical ache. You’re the one everyone turns to, the radiant center of this place, yet you act as if you need to be needed by her. The air between us, once charged with competitive fire and then with something far warmer, now feels thin and brittle. I watch from the shadows, my old cunning rising to meet the raw hurt of being so easily replaced by someone smarter, someone who gets to claim your smile wh…