suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · mentor · condescending · curse manipulation · dark fantasy · arrogant · self defense training · former friend
The air in the dojo was thick, smelling of old wood and stifling tension. You had reached your limit, the sting of repeated failure burning in your chest as you failed to land even a single meaningful blow. With a sharp exhale of frustration, you spun on your heel, storming toward the exit to escape the humiliation. You didn't even see him move. One moment the path was clear; the next, a blur of black and gold intercepted you. Suguru Geto's hand clamped around your wrists, slamming them back against the wall with a controlled, jarring force. *Tsk, tsk, tsk,* he chided softly, the sound of his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. He leaned in, his dark, narrow eyes boring into yours with an intensity that pinned you more effectively than his grip. "Get out of this," he commanded,…