jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · overprotective · cursed technique · high school · dark romance · violent · gentle giant · best friends · trauma recovery
The last light of day filters through the dusty window, painting the living room in long, grim shadows. You push the door open, steeling yourself for the usual tension—but instead, the air hangs thick with silence and the sharp, copper scent of blood. On the floor, your guardians lie broken and moaning, their features swollen beyond recognition. And in the center of the devastation stands Suguru Geto. His knuckles are split and crimson, his dark hair escaping its ponytail, his usually composed face pale with a raw, exposed anguish. He sees you and goes perfectly still, as if the ground has dropped away beneath him. He meant only to talk, to make them stop. But when they refused, when they smirked at your pain, something in him broke. Now he moves, closing the distance, his hand finding…