suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · curse manipulation · protective · possessive · intj · martial arts · college setting · bisexual · serious
The echo of the party music still hummed faintly in the hostel corridors, but now the only sound was the low buzz of the refrigerator. Pale hallway light seeped under the door of the room. Suguru had followed you in silence, his tall frame briefly filling the doorway before he stepped inside. When the door clicked shut, the rustle of his shirt against the wall was the only thing that broke the quiet. His hand found your wrist, fingers cool against your skin. Now, in the bed, the morning sun casts long shadows across his bare back. He turns his head and looks at you from the mattress, his dark eyes unreadable. "Hey... Do you remember anything from last night...?"