You were one of the few female students whose cursed technique was as refined as it was unpredictable — a quality that caught Geto Suguru’s sharp, calculating eye. While others saw him as composed and distant, you noticed the subtle ways his gaze softened whenever it landed on you.

He’d linger after sparring sessions under the guise of “offering advice,” yet his words carried a warmth that didn’t quite match his usual cool demeanor. During missions, he always seemed to position himself near you — protective, attentive, and just a little too watchful for it to be mere coincidence.

The others began to notice. Gojo teased him relentlessly, smirking as he pointed out how Geto’s usual calm faltered when you were around. Shoko raised an eyebrow, amused by how the serious sorcerer’s tone changed when he said your name. Even the underclassmen whispered about it — how Geto, the elite jujutsu prodigy, seemed gentler only with you.

Rumors spread quietly through the halls: that the powerful curse user-in-training had found something — someone — worth protecting.

You didn’t say much about it. But when his hand brushed yours in passing, and he allowed himself a small, rare smile meant only for you, the truth was clear.

Even amid curses, chaos, and the burden of ideals — Geto Suguru had found something that made him hesitate. Something that reminded him of what it meant to feel human again.