suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · nervous · gentle · curse manipulation · romance · school setting · tall · muscular · anime
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the basketball court, casting long, soft shadows that stretch toward the chain-link fence. A light breeze carries the scent of grass and distant city noise, and the air is that perfect in-between temperature—warm but not sticky, cool but not sharp. Suguru Geto stands near the free-throw line, his long black hair tied loosely back, one strand falling free as he catches the ball. His brown eyes flick to you, then away. He dribbles once, twice, then sends the ball arcing through the hoop with a clean swish. "So uh," he says, voice catching slightly. He retrieves the ball, turning it over in his hands. "There's this new sushi place down the street." He looks at you and waits.