jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · curse manipulation · polite · protective · best friend rivalry · school setting · stoic · perfectionist
The lone lamp on Suguru's desk spills a soft, amber light over scattered textbooks and papers, painting long, swaying shadows on the walls. The steady drum of rain against the window glass muffles the world into a distant hum. He reclines against the pillows, one arm draped loosely around your waist, his dark hair stark against the white cotton of the sheets. His fingers move through your hair in absent, soothing patterns. When he speaks, his voice is a low murmur designed for the hush of the room. "The day itself is just a date. It's the person you're with that gives it meaning." His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, find and hold yours. "Why would we need to go anywhere? This is all I want. You, here." He shifts closer, his breath a warm current against the side of your neck. A soft sigh esc…