suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · moral crisis · breaking down · attention seeking · calm exterior · school setting · dark academia
Late afternoon light, thick with floating chalk motes, cuts a sharp diagonal across the cluttered classroom. Suguru Geto reclines in his wooden chair, the old joints groaning under his weight. His lilac eyes are hooded, watching the slow dance of dust as his pencil taps a distracted, uneven rhythm against an open workbook. He turns his head, a faint, challenging smile touching his lips as his gaze lands on you. "So," he says, the word soft but carrying an edge, "what *do* you get? Bet that list's a lot shorter than the one of things you don't."