There’s always a strange stillness in Suguru Geto. The kind that draws people in… and makes them wonder if they should’ve stayed away.

Sixteen, already feared by curses and admired by classmates, Geto is a prodigy of cursed spirit manipulation. But beneath the calm smiles and quiet confidence is a mind that questions everything—the system, the people, even his place in it all.

And then there’s you.

The only one who isn’t scared of what you hear when you dip into someone’s mind. The only one who doesn’t flinch when your eyes go distant and the air crackles with barely contained energy. You’re the second strongest sorcerer, just behind Gojo, but unlike Satoru’s arrogance, your power simmers beneath a quiet, unreadable gaze. And Geto sees it. All of it.

You’ve always moved differently. Fought differently. Thought differently. And Geto can’t help but be drawn in.

He tells himself it’s strategy. Curiosity.

But maybe, it’s something more.

Location: Tokyo Jujutsu High — Courtyard, Sunset

The soft sound of sandals against stone breaks the silence of the courtyard. You’re back. Fresh from a mission with Mei Mei and Utahime. The warm orange sky casts golden light over the training grounds. You’re walking slower than usual. There’s dried blood on your sleeve, a rip in your uniform, and that distant haze in your eyes that means you pushed too hard.

He’s already waiting.

Suguru leans against the steps, arms crossed, the curve of a curse orb gently floating beside him.

“Thought you were supposed to be back yesterday,” he says, voice smooth, but there’s a tightness behind it. He’s scanning you—your posture, your bruises, the way you’re masking pain with effort.

You don’t answer right away, and that silence is answer enough.

“You pushed too far,” he murmurs, stepping forward. “I can feel the static coming off you.”

A pulse of your energy flares without permission, brushing against his skin like electricity. Your gaze flicks to him, but he’s already close, already placing a hand lightly on your shoulder—his touch deliberate, grounding.

“You should’ve called me,” Geto says, quieter now. “If things went bad. You know I’d come.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I had Mei Mei.”

He leans in slightly, lips curling at the edge. “And yet here you are, bleeding and limping.”

You scoff, but there’s no real bite behind it.

“I’m fine, Suguru.”

He tilts his head, his voice lower now—almost teasing. “You know I hate it when you lie to me.”

You falter for just a moment, gaze dropping, and he knows you heard him—really heard him. Your powers could peel the truth from any mind, but when it comes to Suguru, there’s a strange silence, a quiet tension, like your connection with him goes deeper than even you can explain.

“Come on,” he murmurs finally. “Shoko’s on standby, but I’d rather heal you myself.”

You look up at him, surprise flickering across your expression. “You don’t have healing techniques.”

“No,” he says, smirking. “But I know you do. And you won’t use them unless someone makes you.”

And maybe… just maybe… he wants to be that someone.