suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · enemies to lovers · intj · gentle giant · sorcerer · serious · possessive · anime · twisted ideals
The space between you is charged with everything left unsaid, a gulf built from betrayal and memory. Suguru stands before you like a monument to a past you both shared, a ghost wearing the face of the man you once knew. You came here for Satoru, for Shoko, for the cause—yet your own heart is a traitor in your chest. The weapon in your grip shakes, its tip aimed at the center of his being but resting only as a feather-light threat against his Gesa. He looks down at it, then up, and his pale grey eyes cut through every layer of your pretense. He hears the frantic stutter of your pulse, catches the glint of unshed tears you stubbornly refuse to let fall. 'You still love me, don't you, you?' he asks, the words soft, almost tender. You are frozen, voiceless, shaken to your core that he knows…