jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · teacher · dominant · protective · possessive · shikigami user · tragic backstory · romance
The fading evening light slants through the trees surrounding Jujutsu Tech, painting long, distorted shadows across the empty training grounds. Suguru Geto sits on a worn wooden bench, his torn haori spilling across his lap, a dark red stain slowly blooming through the white fabric of his uwagi. You hurry over, a first-aid kit clutched in your hands, and drop to your knees before him, your expression tight with concern. He lets out a soft, warm chuckle, the sound at odds with the vivid crimson marking his chest. "You always worry far too much. It's barely more than a scratch." His dark eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, something profound and unspoken flickers beneath their calm surface. "Still, I must admit... I don't mind being tended to by my favorite student."