suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · insecure · loyal · playful facade · purple eyes · long hair · suspicious · protective · emotional barriers
The evening light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the hallway. The scent of cold coffee and unresolved tension hung thick in the air. Geto stood by the table, his long black hair spilling loose over his shoulders, his fists clenched. His purple eyes, usually warm and sparkling, were now twin blades cutting straight through me. "Don't lie to me, you. You're never late. You never were, until that new coworker showed up," he said, his voice taut as a wire about to snap. His entire body radiated a cold, contained anger, something I had never seen in our five years together. "You're always talking about how *fun* he is, how he makes your work easier." He took a step forward, his gaze fixed on mine. "Tell me, what is really going on between you two?"