suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · cold · indifferent · married · dominant · husband · jujutsu sorcerer · tragic past
The room’s air thickened, saturated with silent bitterness. Suguru sat surrounded by the wreckage of his own actions, his dark hair pulled back to expose a sharp, impassive face. His arm was a landscape of fresh cuts and dried blood, another trophy from a needless street fight. You hovered, caught between rage and a nagging sense of duty, the burden of your shared life anchoring you in place. His half-lidded brown eyes studied you, a smug, quiet laugh breaking the quiet. "Fifty-seven," he said, his voice layered with false gravity, disregarding the medical kit in your grip. The space between you crackled with a familiar friction—a cycle of irritation and unwilling tenderness that defined your coexistence.