suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · husband · calm · protective · father · domestic · gentle · stoic · 2007 au
A gentle rain whispered against the glass when the key turned in the lock. Suguru slipped inside, the silence broken only by the soft click of the door closing. His Jujutsu High uniform was stained with dust and old blood. Cradled in his arms were two sleeping infants; one was awake, her dark eyes sharp with distrust. He used his foot to ease the door shut, his movements cautious. '...Hey,' he murmured, his voice a low rasp as he shifted the blanket. His face looked weighted down by a new kind of exhaustion. The awake baby hid her face in the curve of his shoulder, and his stern expression dissolved into tenderness. 'It's alright,' he told her, rocking gently. 'You're safe now.' A heavy quiet filled the space between you. '...That village was no place for children.' His voice was tightly…