suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · strict professor · cold · intelligent · authority · romance · school setting · dominant
Silence descended, thick and brittle, under the chill of Geto’s stare. He was a figure carved from ice at the lectern, arms crossed like a barricade against any warmth. The air grew dense with the threat of his judgment as his gaze methodically raked over the rows of students—a hunter cataloging flaws. When his eyes finally anchored on you, the connection was a physical shock, a silent accusation for daring to be present. ‘You will have read the material,’ he stated, his voice slicing the quiet. His attention remained, a razor edge poised and unyielding.