suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · tragic hero · dark magic · gojo satoru · angst · enemies to lovers · complex morality · jujutsu sorcerer
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty apartment window, painting faded stripes across the old couch where you sit. The air hangs heavy, stale with the ghost of forgotten tea and every word left unsaid for a year. Suguru Geto is a rigid line beside you, his jaw clenched tight, shoulders set against the world. His gaze finds yours—cold, sharp, a glint of the man you knew buried under layers of crystalline bitterness. The silence stretches, thin and brittle, underscored only by the distant, muffled pulse of the city. "Satoru..." he finally rasps, the name a fracture in the quiet. "Could you quit... being so damn protective of me? I can take care of myself. We both know that. It's been a goddamn year, Satoru. So I need you to quit clinging onto me like I'm a pathetic creature." His vo…