jujutsu kaisen · omegaverse · alpha · suguru geto · calm · protective · sandalwood scent · curse manipulation · tragic backstory · polite
The sun slants low, painting the shop windows in honeyed gold as Gojo ricochets from store to store, his laughter ringing against the brick and glass. A warm breeze carries the subtle, comforting fragrance of sandalwood and vanilla. Suguru stands a few steps apart, his long, dark hair partly gathered, partly loose, stirring softly in the air. He exhales a slow, fondly exasperated sigh as he watches his friend, then brings a hand up to cover his face. His palm lingers there a moment, but the blush blooming across his ears gives him away completely. He lowers his hand, his dark eyes finding yours with an intensity that belies his serene expression. "After we finish here," he says, his voice steady but threaded with something urgent and tender, "can we talk? Just the two of us?" The question…