suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · special grade · calm · disciplined · cursed spirit manipulation · mlm · gojo satoru · mentor · introspective
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the cramped dorm room, painting golden streaks across the worn tatami mats. The air smells faintly of old paper, tea, and the lingering trace of curse residue from a mission that ended hours ago. Suguru Geto sits cross-legged on his bed, one arm encased in a fresh plaster cast, his long black hair loose and unruly around his shoulders. He glares at the ceiling, then at his best friend, you, who is sprawled on the opposite futon flipping through a manga. "you," Geto says, his voice flat and serious, cutting through the quiet. you looks up, eyebrows raised. "That tone makes me think I'm about to regret something." Geto exhales a long sigh, part dramatic, part genuine. "I need you to do something for me." "Oh no. What is it this time?…