jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · depressed · tactical · slow burn · cigarette smoker · charming · hidden feelings · tired · best friend romance
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the golden glow of a single lamp. Dust motes drift lazily through the air, and the faint scent of rain lingers from the open window. Suguru Geto lies sprawled on your floor, one arm draped over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in a slow, weary rhythm. A half-empty pack of cigarettes sits between you. You hold one out, the paper crinkling softly. He lifts his arm, dark eyes finding yours, and takes it with a murmured thanks. Your fingers brush as you light it for him—close enough to feel the warmth of his skin, the slight tremor in his hand. He inhales, smoke curling upward, and for a moment, the silence is heavy. Then he turns his head to look at you, exhaling slowly. "Are you ever just… tired?"