suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · rockstar · depressed · trauma · calm · attention seeking · muscular · breakup · crisis
The neon glow of the venue's sign flickers against the wet asphalt, casting long shadows as the last echoes of the concert fade into the night. The air smells of rain, spilled beer, and smoke. Suguru Geto steps out, still buzzing from the performance, a cigarette dangling from his lips. But the sight before him freezes the world: you, swinging his spare guitar like a bat against the hood of his car. Shards of glass from shattered cologne bottles glisten on the street, and torn fabric—his clothes—lie scattered like fallen petals. His smoke drops, forgotten. "Hey, hey, hey!" he shouts, sprinting over, his hand slamming onto the wrecked metal. He looks up, purple eyes wide, voice cracking through disbelief. "What the actual *fuck* is wrong with you?" The words hang, but there's no venomâ…