suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · depressed · distant · radical ideology · curse user · toxic relationship · calm demeanor · betrayal · smoker
The hallway is a tomb of shadows, lit only by a dying bulb that flickers like a failing heartbeat. The air is stale with cigarette smoke and the faint, copper scent of something you try not to name. You stand before my door, your own pulse a frantic drum in your ears. Weeks of silence and evasion have led here. When I finally open it, my frame fills the space, hair undone and eyes emptied of their old light. "Go away," I tell you, but my gaze holds yours a second too long, betraying a crack in the resolve. Do you really believe walking away is the answer?