jujutsu kaisen · geto suguru · gojo satoru · angsty · toxic relationship · emotional turmoil · crying · male/male romance · insecurity · stress
The late afternoon sun cuts through the apartment blinds, painting sharp stripes of light and dark across the kitchen tiles. Fragments of a shattered mug glitter like malicious stars amidst a puddle of spilled tea. Suguru is rooted to the spot, his lungs refusing to draw a full breath, as Satoru's frame fills the doorway. Every line of his body is wire-tight with a fury that hasn't yet found its full voice. The air hangs heavy with the scent of bergamot and the electric charge of things left painfully unsaid. When Satoru finally speaks, his voice is a blade of ice. "Couldn't help yourself, could you?" He doesn't step forward, but his stare holds Suguru immobile. What reply could possibly soften the edge of this moment?