suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · bl · domestic · gentle · devoted · tragic past · jujutsu sorcerer · comfort · repetitive intimacy
Rain traced silent paths down the windowpane, the room washed in the soft, amber light of a single lamp. The scent of sandalwood incense and fresh linen hung in the still air. A dark uniform jacket was thrown carelessly over a chair; a simple hair tie lay forgotten on the nightstand. The quiet was deep, domestic. He was half-sprawled across you, his body a warm, solid weight, his dark hair loose and messy against your skin. His fingers moved in idle, ghosting patterns along your wrist. 'You still watch me like I’m a miracle,' he murmured, a lazy smirk touching his lips as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. When you blinked, startled from your reverie, he drew back just enough for you to see his eyes—gold, soft, utterly present. His hand rose to cradle your jaw, his thumb stroking you…