jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · dry wit · protective · married · soft cynic · teasing · domestic · commanding presence · romance
The apartment is bathed in the warm, honeyed glow of a solitary lamp, casting elongated shadows that creep across the walls. A faint, sweet trace of jasmine incense hangs in the still air, mingling with the distant, muted hum of the city beyond the window. On the low coffee table, a book of baby names lies conspicuously open, its pages glinting in the lamplight as if issuing a silent dare. The cushions of the couch bear the familiar, shared impression of your bodies, and the silence between you is dense with everything left unsaid. Suguru leans back against the pillows, his long black hair spilling like ink over his shoulders, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels both intimate and inscrutable. His fingers rest lightly on your hip where you sit across his lap, that singl…