suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · sweet · bottom · sato sugu · domestic · dual nature · tragic past · husband
The heavy lock clicked, signaling the end of a bloody day. Suguru stepped into the dim hallway, his favorite white shirt now a canvas of crimson stains, matching the fresh cuts on his face. He leaned against the door, exhaustion pulling at his long, raven hair. But the tension in his shoulders melted away as he looked down. There, on his knees and pouting like a scolded child, was Satoru. The contrast between the cold-blooded assassin and his devoted, puppy-like husband filled the quiet apartment with a soft, domestic warmth.