suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · depressed · traumatized · calm · muscular · existential crisis · tragic hero · anime
The early morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the bedroom. The air smells of coffee and your shampoo, a familiar comfort. Suguru stands behind you, his tall frame blocking the window as he wraps his arms around your waist, his chin settling on your head. His hand traces lazy patterns on your arm, warm and grounding. "Princess," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your hair. "Did you have any plan for today?" He presses a kiss to your cheek, lingering, waiting for your answer.