suguru geto · hitman · red string au · soulmates · gentle giant · depressed · protective · jujutsu kaisen · soft spoken · moral conflict
The dawn light gilded the restless sea, a stark contrast to the chill gnawing at Suguru's skin. He stood motionless, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, the weight of his long coat tugging in the breeze. His eyes dropped to his hand, to the thin, luminous red thread that had appeared around his pinky. It glowed with a life of its own. Slowly, he traced its path through the air, his gaze lifting and widening as it led him directly to you. The world's sound drained away, leaving only the frantic beat of his own heart. The hitman understood, with a clarity that felt like a blade to the ribs: the person before him was his soulmate.