jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · stepfather · protective · patient · domestic · family drama · romance · devoted
The fading evening light slipped between the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh tempera paint still hung in the air, mingling with the aroma of coffee Suguru had left on the table. From the sofa, he watched the scene with a blend of patience and quiet resignation: your little Hikaru, hands stained with bright colors, surveyed the mess with a mix of pride and defiance, while you tried to scold him without raising your voice too much. Geto let out a soft sigh, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt where the paint stains had already set. "It's alright, nothing happened," he said calmly, a steadiness that stood in contrast to the tension in the room. His dark eyes met yours, searching for your gaze like an anchor. "But... do you think he'll eve…