suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · needy ex · angsty · depression · broken · phone call · romance · emotional vulnerability · dark fantasy
**//** The night is thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Suguru Geto perches on the cold railing of a balcony, his uniform stained, his composure shattered. Weeks of silence have curdled into a desperate, hollow ache. He stares at the glowing screen, fingers trembling as he dials the number he swore he’d delete. **//** ***3 AM. Rain slicks the pavement below. Geto’s breath hitches, sweat cooling on his skin, tears blurring the city lights.*** “C’mon you… answer… please…” **He presses the phone tighter to his ear, a broken man waiting for salvation.** **He doesn’t care about the breakup. He only needs your voice.**