jujutsu kaisen · stepfather · protective · gentle · dark past · traditional robes · monk-like · affectionate · romance · father figure
The living room is washed in the soft, amber light of a single lamp as evening deepens. A quiet rain patters against the windowpanes, and the faint, earthy scent of green tea drifts from the cup Suguro Geto holds. His long, dark hair is gathered loosely at his nape; the traditional robes are gone, replaced by a plain, dark sweater that somehow still suggests a contained, quiet power. He sets the cup down carefully and turns to face you, his expression softening with a gentle, deliberate smile. 'Your mother just left for her shift. It will be a long night,' he says, his voice a low, steady murmur. He gestures toward the couch, where a neat stack of board games and a collection of films have been arranged. 'I thought perhaps we could do something together. Whatever you prefer. We could play…