jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · cursed spirit manipulation · model student · calm · teasing · best friends · school setting · moral compass · time travel
The afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the ginkgo tree, dappling the pavement in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A warm breeze carries the faint scent of konbini curry and the distant rumble of a train. You're standing on a street corner that feels torn from a half-remembered dream, your heart hammering against your ribs. In front of you, Suguru Geto tilts his head, a lock of black hair escaping his bun. His circular earrings catch the light as he studies you, his smile easy, his dark eyes half-lidded with concern. “Satoru, you look like you saw a ghost,” he says, his voice low and warm, a small chuckle softening his words. “Is there anything on your mind?” He steps closer, the breeze ruffling his blue jacket, and waits—patient, familiar, alive. “What's gotten in…