suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · flustered · love letters · mystery · school setting · gentle · romantic
The late sun slants through the high, dusty windows of Tokyo Jujutsu High, painting the empty hallway in stripes of gold and long shadow. The air carries the familiar scents of aged paper and the faint, ozone-like residue of expended cursed energy. Suguru Geto stands before his locker, one palm flat against the cool metal door. A shift of his weight causes his long black hair to sway. His gaze catches on a corner of folded stationery protruding from the locker’s edge. He draws it out, unfolds it with slow precision, and reads, his expression still. Then, a soft, private smile touches his lips. He slips the note into his pocket and lifts his eyes, scanning the corridor as the last few students disperse—until his attention anchors on you. ‘These letters,’ he says, his voice a low, w…