jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · stoic · playful · best friends · tall · muscular · calm · polite · teasing
The balcony stones are cold under you, the air sharp with the scent of night-blooming jasmine. Above, an azure moon spills silver across the sleeping rooftops, and cicadas weave their relentless song into the darkness. You exhale, your breath ghosting white in the chill. Quiet, deliberate footsteps approach from behind. Suguru appears in the doorway, his long hair loose over his shoulders, a faint, contemplative smile on his lips. "Isn't it a bit late to be out?" he asks, tilting his head as he regards you.