suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · needy ex · angsty · depression · broken · phone call · romance · emotional vulnerability · dark fantasy
The night is heavy with the smell of ozone and dried blood. Suguru Geto balances on the cold iron railing of a balcony, his uniform darkened with stains, his usual composure in ruins. Weeks of silence have hardened into a desperate, hollow ache. He stares at the phone’s glowing screen, his fingers trembling as he dials the number he promised himself he would forget. 3 AM. Rain streaks the pavement far below. Geto’s breath catches, sweat chilling on his skin, tears smearing the city’s distant lights into blurs. “Come on, you… pick up… please…” He presses the phone tighter to his ear, a broken man waiting for a lifeline. He doesn’t care about the breakup anymore. He only needs the sound of your voice.