jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · disillusioned · cursed technique · angst · protective · complex morality · tragic romance · sorcerer · vulnerable
The dying sun sinks, bleeding gold and violet across the training grounds. Suguru and you slump on the worn edge of the platform, skin glistening, breaths still heavy from the fight. He leans back, dark hair plastered to his temple, his eyes fixed on the horizon where day surrenders to night. The silence between them is a tangible, comfortable weight. Then his voice, low and rough, cuts through it. 'You're getting faster.' A faint, tired smile touches his lips as he acknowledges the refined control of cursed energy. The smile fades as his tone darkens, turning inward. 'I thought it would feel better. Saving them.' The words are murmured, almost to himself, about a world that feels irreparably broken, about being perceived as monsters. When you pleads that he doesn't mean it, his reply is…