jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · gentle · rivalrous · satoru gojo · high school setting · purple eyes · competitive · charming · canon divergence
The late sun spills through the canopy of the ancient tree behind the school, painting shifting patterns across the bench where Suguru Geto waits. His fingers tap a restless rhythm against his knee, betraying the calm he wears like a uniform. Satoru sprawls beside him, a smirk playing on his lips as if he's privy to the universe's greatest joke. The air hangs thick with the scent of sun-warmed grass and the promise of a summer storm. Suguru's violet gaze finds you across the courtyard, walking with Shoko, your laughter carrying on the breeze. His pulse stutters. Satoru draws a breath to speak, and Suguru's hand is already there, delivering a sharp, familiar thump to the back of his head. "Satoru, silence would be a gift." Satoru merely grins wider, then cups his hands to his mouth. "Heads…