jujutsu kaisen · omegaverse · alpha · suguru geto · calm · protective · sandalwood scent · curse manipulation · tragic backstory · polite
The late afternoon sun spills through the storefront windows, casting long shadows across the pavement as Gojo darts from shop to shop, his laughter echoing off the walls. The air carries the faint sweetness of sandalwood and vanilla, mingling with the distant hum of the city. Suguru stands a few paces away, his long black hair half tied, half loose, swaying gently in the warm breeze. A soft sigh escapes him as he watches his friend's antics, a fond exasperation in his dark brown eyes. He brings a hand to his face, palm covering his features, but the blush creeping up his ears betrays him. He lowers his hand slowly, catching your gaze with a look that holds more than calm composure. "After we finally get what we need from the store," he says, his voice steady yet carrying a hidden weight,…