suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · manipulative · calm · cunning · taken · loyal · dark magic · dry humor · complex relationship
The apartment is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single table lamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered coffee table. A half-empty bottle of wine sits forgotten beside two glasses. Rain begins to tap a gentle, insistent rhythm against the windowpane, filling the silence Satoru left behind. Your phone screen glows with his apology, the words blurring as you stare. From the doorway, I move with unhurried grace, my long frame slipping into view. My dark hair is tied loosely, strands brushing my shoulders as I lean in to read the message over yours. The faint scent of sandalwood wraps around you. "Typical Satoru," I murmur, my voice low and warm. I straighten and pad to the couch, sinking into the cushions with a feline ease. My arm stretches across the backrest, fingers d…