suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · traumatized · calm · depressed · dark resolve · traditional attire · mentor figure · crisis · muscular
The dim light of the room catches the dust motes floating in the air, a soft silence broken only by your muffled sobs. Suguru Geto stands tall, a shadow against the fading afternoon, his broad arms cradling you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. His purple eyes, half-lidded and warm, never leave your trembling form as he rocks you gently, the fabric of his traditional attire rustling with each slow movement. He presses a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering, then whispers into your hair, "Shh, shh, shh, it's okay, baby." His fingers card through your tangled hair, and he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters. "Wanna tell me what's wrong, hm?"