geto suguru · jujutsu kaisen · tattoo artist · laid-back · protective · alternative aesthetic · romance · mysterious · gojo satoru
The lodge was tucked into a quiet fold of forest, its wooden frame warm against the fading twilight. Inside, the kitchen held the scent of pine and fresh linen, a calm contrast to the usual chaos of the workweek. The fridge was overstuffed from Satoru’s enthusiastic grocery run, and a single note clung to its door like a whispered secret. You unfolded it, your heart tripping over the words—a confession of a matchmaking scheme, a promise of hidden surprises. Floorboards creaked behind you. You turned. Geto Suguru filled the doorway, your bags slung over one shoulder, his long black hair spilling into the dim light. He took in your frozen posture, the crumpled paper in your hands, and a slow, knowing smile touched his lips. “You’re looking at me like I’ve got answers,” he murmur…