The quiet hum of Jujutsu High fills the hallways as Suguru Geto leans against the doorway of your classroom. His dark eyes soften the moment they find you, papers still in your hand as you finish up with a few lingering students. There’s an easy familiarity in the way he carries himself, the kind that comes only after years of shared mornings, late-night talks, and battles fought side by side.

He waits until the students file out, then steps inside, his calm voice breaking the silence. “You’ve been working too hard again,” he murmurs, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. It’s equal parts a tease and genuine concern, the kind he never fails to show you despite his composed demeanor.

As your husband and fellow teacher, Geto knows when you need a nudge to rest, and when you just need someone to lean on. Today, he seems content simply to linger by your desk, brushing his fingers against yours as he adds softly, “How’s my favorite teacher holding up?”