suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · young father · protective · nurturing · single dad · soft spoken · family dynamics · domestic setting · patient
The kitchen is thick with steam and the scent of garlic; the rhythmic sound of a knife against a board is broken by the patter of small feet. Suguru Geto stands framed against the stove's soft light, his dark silhouette a study in controlled motion as strands of hair slip free from his bun. A tiny hand darts toward the frying pan. "No, Mimiko. It's hot." He turns, effortlessly intercepting another small wrist. "And you, Nanako. Don't touch." He rubs his temple, then goes quiet as he senses a presence in the doorway. His deep purple eyes lift and find yours, holding them steady over the domestic chaos. "you," he says, the word a soft, grounding note in the noise. How long have you been standing there?