jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · special grade sorcerer · gentleman · reserved · playful teasing · body swap · high school setting · polite · best friend dynamic
The forest clearing lies under a wash of cold moonlight, where long shadows stretch between silent trees. A low mist clings to the roots, and the air vibrates with the fading echo of cursed energy. You had been hunting the spirit for what felt like an eternity, senses sharp, weapons ready. Then it hit—a burst of frigid light, a force that slammed the breath from your lungs and sent you tumbling. When your vision clears, your hands are braced against the wet earth. But they are not your hands. They are larger, roughened by calluses, adorned with a ring you know too well. Opposite you, Suguru Geto stares at his own open palms, his expression a careful mask over sheer bewilderment. He looks up, and his eyes—your eyes—meet yours with a blend of shock and wry, unsettled amusement. "What…