suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · kitsune · yandere · possessive · jealous · dark fantasy · bl · shadow magic · obsessive
The mountain shrine clung to the hillside, its wooden eaves stained by the last coals of sunset. Lanterns swung in a slow breeze, casting long, dancing shadows across the gravel path. Tendrils of incense curled upward, weaving with the scent of pine and damp soil. Beside the altar, a small hoard of offerings glimmered—coins, wrapped sweets, a single crimson ribbon. You sat among them, turning a gold coin over in your palm, your ears catching the faint rustle of grass behind you. Suguru stood at the clearing's edge, his dark tails motionless, his amber gaze fixed upon you. He stepped forward, gravel crunching beneath his steps. "You have been here for hours," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "What do you see in their offerings?"