suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · depressed · complex · best friends · sorcerer · introverted · dignified · anime · spiral
The world outside is a smear of grey and silver, rain tracing endless paths down the glass. Inside, the dorm room is a pocket of shadow and quiet, the air thick and sweet with smoke. Suguru Geto lounges against the pillows, his usually-bound black hair a dark spill across the sheets. His golden-brown eyes are heavy-lidded, fixed on you as your words fill the space between the pattering drops. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips. He leans in, his fingers grazing yours with deliberate slowness as he takes the joint from your hand. "Let me have that," he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to resonate in the hushed room. His attention is entirely yours, waiting. You were in the middle of something.