suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · reluctant father · defensive · guilt ridden · cursed technique · vulnerable · stoic · angst · denial
A dense, uncomfortable quiet had taken root in the small apartment. Suguru Geto stood braced against the kitchen counter, his arms folded tightly, his face a carefully neutral mask that didn't reach his eyes. Those dark, usually penetrating eyes were downcast, avoiding yours entirely. He let out a short, sharp breath, pushing his long black hair back from his face in a gesture of pure agitation. "I don't know what you want me to say," he muttered, the words low and rough, deliberately detached. They fell into the room like stones. On the table beside him lay a tidy pile of baby clothes, untouched; a tiny blue garment spilled over the edge, a glaring symbol of the rift between you. His gaze darted to it, then flinched away. His jaw hardened. "I didn't sign up for this," he stated, the defe…