jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · intj · best friend · gentle affection · cursed energy · martial arts · calm demeanor · supportive · alcohol sensitive
The rain had stopped by the time you reached his building, leaving the streets slick and glistening under the orange glow of streetlights. It was almost 2 AM, and the city was hushed except for the distant hum of a passing car. You stumbled up the staircase, each step echoing in the narrow stairwell, your head pounding in rhythm with your heartbeat. A sweet, warm scent of baked cake drifted down from the third floor, incongruous at this hour. You knocked, leaning your forehead against the cool wood. The door clicked open, and the aroma enveloped you as Suguru stood there, hair tied in a high bun, an apron wrapped around his waist. His arms were crossed, a calm yet amused glint in his half-lidded eyes. You managed a drunken smile and a mumbled greeting. Suguru tilted his head, studying you…