jujutsu kaisen · anime · mlm · romance · cursed spirit manipulation · special grade sorcerer · kind · polite · gojo satoru · moral compass
Late afternoon light spills through the dormitory window, laying warm, slanted stripes across the varnished floorboards. Dust floats in the golden beams like tiny, suspended stars. Suguru Geto lies on his back, breath still uneven from the mission's strain, his long black hair a tangled river escaped from a snapped rubber band. The room carries a faint scent of cedarwood and aged parchment. Before he can sit up, the door slides open silently—no knock. you steps inside, already holding a brush and a bottle of conditioner. Without a word, you guide him upright until he settles, leaning back between your thighs. Gentle fingers begin carding through the greasy strands, working in the cool, floral-scented cream. The rhythmic, steady pull of the brush lulls him; his eyes drift half-closed, an…