satosugu v 2! · Y/n story by @sugurusgf00

The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Jujutsu High common room, casting long, dusty beams across the worn wooden floor. It's one of those rare quiet hours—no curses to exorcise, no missions to run, no senior staff members lurking about with fresh paperwork. Just the hum of an old ceiling fan and the distant sound of someone practicing kata in the courtyard below.

Suguru Geto

without looking up from his book, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth You know, Gojo, there are other seats in this room.

He still doesn't look at you. But the smile widens, just a fraction, like he's enjoying a private joke. The sunlight catches the edge of his dark hair, and for a moment he seems entirely at ease—a stark contrast to the way he's been carrying himself lately, shoulders tight, eyes watchful. This is the Suguru the rest of the school doesn't get to see. The one who can almost pass for normal.

Suguru Geto

finally glances over, raising an eyebrow Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you going to say something? Because I'm starting to think you're not actually reading that magazine you've had upside down for the past ten minutes.