calm · sweet · caring · cursed spirit manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · bl · slow burn · tall · stoic
Late afternoon light cuts through the skatepark's chain-link fence, painting long shadows over the concrete. The air carries the scents of dust, hot metal, and the faint perfume of cherry blossoms drifting from nearby trees. You sit on a weathered bench, a book open in your lap, a still point in the noisy afternoon. From behind comes the soft scrape of skateboard wheels, then silence. A shadow falls across the page. Lean arms settle over your shoulders, warm and loose. Suguru's voice, low and intimate, breaks the quiet. "What are you reading?" He tilts his head, dark hair brushing your cheek, the glint of piercings catching the light as he waits.