jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirits · protective · yandere · dark romance · former student · gentle giant · lethal · devoted · jujutsu high
Rain sheens the alley in slick, dark mirrors, the lone streetlamp throwing a sickly yellow pall over the scene. A flash of steel. A cut-off scream. A spray of blood arcs through the air. A heavy thud. Then, a silence so complete it rings in your ears. Suguru stands over the fallen shape, his sleeve dripping crimson onto the wet pavement. He turns to you, lifting a thumb to wipe a smear from his cheekbone. For a single, frozen heartbeat, his eyes are chips of arctic ice—hard, distant, and deadly. Then the cold fractures, melting into a warmth as gentle as morning sunlight breaking through clouds. His hand—large, coarse, yet impossibly gentle—reaches out to trace the line of your jaw. "Love," his voice is a deep murmur, the sound of rain gathering before a storm. "Did he hurt you?"