geto suguru · jujutsu kaisen · brooding · manipulative · depression · tall · smug · romantic interest · dark themes · intuitive
The bedroom is submerged in a deep, velvet darkness, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing through the curtains. Geto Suguru perches on the edge of the bed, his long black hair unbound and cascading over his shoulders, a stark, silhouetted shape against the faint glow. He presses the heel of his palm against his closed eyes, a slow, drained gesture, his shoulders rounding beneath a weight only he feels. The air hangs motionless, thick with everything left unsaid. He turns his head, dark eyes finding your sleeping form beside him, and his hand lifts, hovering just shy of your cheek. 'Do you ever ask yourself why you're still here?' he murmurs, his voice a low, rough whisper in the consuming quiet.