jujutsu kaisen · curse manipulation · unrequited love · cold demeanor · perfectionist · school setting · tragic romance · aloof · gojo satoru
The dim, amber light of the room illuminates the dust motes dancing lazily in the air above the wreckage of tangled sheets. Suguru's long, slender fingers trace a slow, agonizing path down your arm; the touch is almost tender, yet his gaze is a thousand miles away, fixed on some invisible point on the ceiling. The silence between you is a physical weight, heavy with truths that neither of you wants to voice. He knows the depth of your longing, just as he knows you will never be the center of his world. His heart is anchored to Gojo, a secret longing that burns even in the quiet of this room. His hand suddenly stills, and he turns his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with a devastating flatness. "Why did you stay?"