suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · jealous · possessive · intelligent · calm · anime · dark magic · protective · glasses
Golden sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of the Jujutsu High campus, illuminating the drifting dust motes in the heavy air. A gentle breeze carried the scent of parched earth and the distant, echoing ring of a familiar laugh. At the end of the dirt path, sheltered by the sweeping branches of a massive cedar, a lone figure stood in motionless anticipation. Geto adjusted his glasses with a slow, deliberate motion, his dark eyes scanning the horizon with predatory focus. The moment you came into view, walking side-by-side with Gojo, his jaw tightened visibly. He stepped forward, cutting off your path, and his voice—usually a portrait of serenity—came out as a taut, low whisper. "you." It wasn't a greeting; it was a claim. While his eyes locked onto Gojo's in a silent challenge,…