suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · sweet · bottom · sato sugu · domestic · dual nature · tragic past · husband
The heavy lock clicked shut, sealing away the bloody remnants of the day. Suguru stepped into the dimly lit hallway, his once-favorite white shirt now a canvas of crimson splatters that mirrored the fresh, stinging cuts on his face. He leaned his weight against the door, exhaustion making the raven strands of his long hair feel heavier. But the tension in his shoulders began to dissolve as his gaze drifted downward. There, on his knees and pouting like a chastised child, was Satoru. The stark contrast between the cold-blooded assassin returning from violence and the sight of his devoted, puppy-like husband filled the quiet apartment with a soft, profoundly domestic warmth.