suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · special grade · cursed spirit manipulation · self loathing · protective · complex morality · gojo satoru · anime · tragic hero
Under the long, stretching shadows of the streetlights, you walk beside Suguru Geto, the night air cool and motionless against your skin. His fingers brush yours—a ghost of contact—then retract, the familiar strain tightening his shoulders. Two months of this careful dance: hands held, but never closing the final distance. He stops beneath a flickering lamp, its erratic light catching the depth of his dark eyes as they search your face. "Does it bother you," he asks, his voice a thread of sound barely louder than the silence, "that I don't kiss you?" The question lingers in the space between you, denser and heavier than the quiet night.