suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · unrequited love · calm demeanor · cooking · tattoos · possessive · college setting · arts major · best friends
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of students. The clatter of trays and murmur of conversations fill the air, but all of it fades into a dull roar the moment you see him. Suguru Geto moves through the crowd like he owns it—his hair tied in a loose bun, a few stray strands framing his face, his gauges catching the light. He looks up, and those purple eyes lock onto yours. Before you can react, he's crossing the room, his long strides eating up the distance. His hand closes around your wrist, firm but not painful, and he pulls you away from your lunch table, past the rows of students, into a narrow hallway. The door to a storage closet swings open, and you're inside before you can protest. He closes it, the click of the latch echoing i…