#jjkgeto

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Blink-182 is playing in the background

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Wanted to draw Suguru’s hands and this is the result lol

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“Stop in the name of the paw”

[nayasch]

Geto x MEJIBRAY

I got so inspired listening to their Silvers.exe album that I had to draw Geto with this vibe!

It’s also very inspired by the cover art 🤭

[kvazarr]

Geto with Sukuna 😶

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The perfect Suguru fanart 🫂🥹

@Xteve on X

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Whenever I want to draw someone beautiful ...

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Suguru Geto x. Reader pt.2

heyy, here is another episode. 

Again I couldnt find the artist of the artwork if you know the name let me know. 

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I sat at my desk near the window in the small classroom, absently gazing outside as the sensei lectured us about domains. The classroom wasn't particularly large, and the number of students was small, making it feel even cozier.

"As I was saying, a domain expansion isn't just a show of power; it's the pinnacle of jujutsu technique. It's a specialized space where the user's cursed energy is elevated, allowing for greater control and certainty over their attacks. Think of it as your personal battlefield where you set the rules..." he continued.

Outside, a beautiful spring day unfolded—trees were adorned with fresh green leaves, and some had begun to bloom. A huge flock of birds flew by, returning for the pleasant weather, their flapping wings catching my eye.

"Now, remember—domains are not a guarantee of victory. There are plenty of sorcerers out there with counter-techniques specifically designed to negate domains. Your opponent might possess the skill to shatter your reality, rendering your hard work useless. This is why understanding your own limitations and your opponent's capabilities is crucial. Finally, practice! You won't master this overnight. Experiment with your emotions, your memories..." Sensei's voice faded into the background as I got lost in thought.

Suddenly, Tori, who sat next to me, nudged my elbow. "How was your domain practice? Did you do it?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

"Hmhmm," I mumbled, snapping out of my daze.

"Yeah, I actually did," I replied, looking at her. "Did you try it?"

"No... not yet," she said, a hint of disappointment wrinkling her smile.

Just then, the teacher wrapped up the lecture, signaling us to stand and head outside. The warm spring air felt delightful against my skin, a refreshing change with a gentle breeze occasionally sweeping by. With notebooks in hand, we walked along the veranda to grab a drink from the vending machine and chat a bit more. We settled on the only bench basking in the sunlight, enjoying the comforting warmth on our backs.

"So, how was it? The domain—don't make me drag it out of you," she urged eagerly, her fists clenched in excitement.

"It was interesting. I couldn't do it at first... actually, Gojo helped me. So..." I struggled to articulate my experience, "We ended up in my childhood room, but it was like a giant version of it—everything was a hundred times bigger!" I gestured with my hands to illustrate the difference.

"What do you think that means?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Well, I've thought about it, but I'm not really sure, to be honest. The weirdest part was that I could sense how they were feeling, like I was in their heads..." I continued. "Gojo said it might be a cursed technique for sensing emotions, which would make sense, I guess," I added, shrugging to convey my uncertainty.

"That's so cool! So now you'll be pursuing your cursed technique more?" she asked, her excitement palpable.

"Geto will make me," I chuckled, covering my face with my palm as laughter bubbled up. Tori joined in, giggling along with me.

"We could maybe practice together sometime," Tori offered, taking another sip of her drink.

"Yeah, that'd be great," I replied, cracking open my can of Coke and taking a sip.

Just then, a group of second-year students rounded the corner, heading in our direction. This spot was a popular hangout for students during breaks, and sure enough, it was Nanami and Shoko walking at the front, with Gojo and Geto trailing close behind. They stopped by the vending machines, grabbing drinks and chatting. Tori and I paused our conversation, watching them as they laughed and joked with each other.

Geto caught my eye, stepping back from the group. With a small wave and a warm smile, he greeted us, and Tori and I waved back. They probably had practice, or maybe they were just hanging out. Exchanging quick hellos, they passed by, leaving us to our conversation again.

Once they were out of earshot, Tori leaned in, her cheeks flushed. "Do you think Nanami is single?"

I laughed, nudging her playfully. "Oh no, not the Nanami crush again!"

She covered her face, but her eyes sparkled. "Well, did you see it? He totally smiled at me. What am I supposed to think?"

I took a sip of my Coke, raising an eyebrow at her. "You want me to ask Geto? I could casually find out," I teased, smirking.

Her eyes lit up, but she shook her head quickly. "Oh my god, please do, but... don't make it sound like I'm desperate, okay?"

"Of course!" I reassured her, smiling at the thought of Tori finding love. She deserved it, especially with someone as nice as Nanami.

In school, Nanami had a calm, serious presence that stood out. Tall and always impeccably dressed, he wore his uniform with meticulous care, his blond hair slightly tousled yet somehow orderly. Though he didn't talk much, his intense focus and quiet confidence made him intriguing to others. Rare smiles hinted at the kindness beneath his stoic exterior, and his classmates respected him for his maturity and dependability—qualities that seemed far beyond his years. That's the best you could wish for your best friend.

Tori was the bright spark in any room, her lively personality bringing warmth and energy wherever she went. Petite with a tousled mop of short, chestnut hair and expressive hazel eyes, she had a way of making people feel instantly at ease. Tori loved accessorizing—whether it was a quirky hair clip or mismatched earrings, she always added a playful twist to her school uniform. Her laugh was infectious, and she had a habit of leaning in close when she was excited, her enthusiasm bubbling over in animated gestures and wide-eyed expressions.

Tori's jujutsu technique, Spectral Shroud, perfectly matched her dynamic energy and quick-thinking nature. With it, she could summon a series of bright, floating orbs—tiny, flickering lights that danced around her and her allies. At first glance, they seemed harmless, almost decorative, but each orb carried a concealed, explosive force that could be triggered by Tori's command.

"Will you see him tonight?" Tori asked, catching me off guard as I admired her beauty.

"Who... you mean Geto?" I wanted to reassure myself.

"Yeah, of course, who else would I mean?" she shook her head playfully.

"Yeah, probably unless he's spending the night with Gojo instead," I joked, chuckling at the thought.

"I'm here for a good bromance, you know," she quipped, bursting into laughter.

We shifted the conversation to some school assignments before reluctantly saying our goodbyes. Tori, originally from Tokyo, often visited her family on weekends. First-year students had restricted movement compared to their older counterparts, but exceptions were made for those with family nearby.

As I walked toward my room, I couldn't help but daydream about spending a weekend in Tokyo myself; a small shopping spree sounded delightful. Just then, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Suguru.

"Hey! What are your plans for tonight?" he asked, his voice cheerful. "Gojo is inviting us to play Mahjong with him and Nanami. Are you in?"

It was a Friday night—students usually either went out if they had permission or spent time in the dorms, hanging out in groups or solo.

"Yeah, why not? At what time? I'm heading to my room right now; I need to reset myself after school and then I'll be ready," I replied, arriving at my dorm's door.

"Same here. I'll come to your room to pick you up, is that okay?" he offered.

"Yeah, see you soon!" I said as I managed to open the door with one hand.

"See you," he replied softly before the line went dead with a beep.

First, I changed out of my uniform into something more comfortable. After tossing the empty Coke can into the trash, I lightly tidied up my room, attempting to clear the clutter that had accumulated over a long week of school. I decided to add a little makeup for the evening, so I stood in front of the round bathroom mirror, applying mascara and blush. I tied hair up into a high bun, leaving a few rebellious strands framing my face, and added a pair of small but thick silver hoops to complete the look. Checking my reflection, I felt ready.

Just as I sat on the bed for a moment, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find Suguru standing there in a long-sleeved crewneck and baggy pants, his hair pulled back into a half bun, leaning casually against the wall.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice warm.

"Yeah." I stepped out, locking my room and slipping the keys into my pocket.

He offered me his hand, and I took it, intertwining my fingers with his as we walked toward the lounge.

"How was your day, monkey?" he asked softly, a teasing smile on his lips.

"It was okay, nothing special. I'm just glad it's the weekend already," I cheered, my spirits lifting.

"Finally, right?" he nodded, then added, "You look pretty."

I felt a blush creep across my cheeks.

"I was so over the school uniform for a whole week... wanted to please your eyes," I teased, giving him a playful grin.

"You don't need to do anything to please my eyes; they're pleased just by looking at you," he flirted back, and my heart raced.

We arrived in the lounge, a cozy room with wooden paneling and a large square carpet in the center. By the window, two L-shaped couches faced a small TV, and behind them were tables and shelves brimming with books and board games.

Nanami and Gojo were already there, setting up the mahjong game, drinks, and snacks spread out on the table. After exchanging greetings, we settled around the table, the TV providing a low hum of background noise while the ceiling light cast a warm glow over our game area. I wasn't very good at mahjong, but I enjoyed the boys' company, often laughing at their silly jokes and appreciating how comfortable they were in my presence.

Gojo, ever the jokester, leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he casually shuffled the tiles. "Alright, let's see who's going to be crowned the mahjong master tonight," he teased, his tone a mix of playfulness and competitiveness.

Nanami, serious as always, meticulously organized his tiles, each piece perfectly aligned. "Focus, you two. This isn't just a game; it's a battle of wits," he remarked, glancing at us with a mix of determination and amusement. His calm demeanor kept the game grounded, even as Gojo's antics threatened to derail the focus.

Geto, sitting opposite me, watched intently, his dark eyes glinting with strategy. He quickly seized any opportunity to control the game, shifting his attention between his hand and the expressions of his opponents. "You know, it's not just about luck. It's about reading your opponents," he chimed in, smirking as he laid down a winning tile.

Feeling the rush of excitement, I tried to remain calm despite the competitive energy swirling around us. I concentrated on my tiles, searching for the right combinations while also picking up on the subtle cues in my friends' moods. The tension was palpable, and I could sense when Gojo was about to make a bold move or when Nanami was contemplating a strategic decision.

With every round, laughter erupted as tiles were discarded and unexpected hands were revealed. Gojo's outrageous claims of victory were met with playful eye rolls, while Nanami's strategic play earned him a few begrudging nods of respect from the others. Geto, with his sly comments, added a layer of charm and challenge to the game, his competitive spirit shining through.

It was already late when we finished the final game, and Geto, having claimed victory for the night, wore a proud look on his face. We cleaned up the table and made our way to our rooms, Geto walking me to mine. A secret mission was swirling in my mind.

"I really enjoyed myself tonight... Nanami is a sweet guy," I started, breaking the comfortable silence.

"He is great, right? If he could just loosen up a bit, he'd be even better," he chuckled.

"C'mon, someone needs to take things seriously," I teased back.

As we took a few quiet steps, I gathered my courage.

"Is Nanami single?" I asked, making Geto stop and turn to me with an eyebrow raised.

"I'm going to assume there's a good reason why you're asking me this," he replied, a puzzled expression on his face.

"So? Is he?" I pressed impatiently. "I'm asking for a friend, you know," I winked at him.

He chuckled, seeing right through me. "What in the girl hell are you plotting?"

I waited for Geto's answer with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Yes, Nanami is single," he replied, smiling. Then, as we reached my door, he added, "Oh, by the way, Gojo and I signed up for a mission tomorrow, so I won't be around during the day."

His words deflated me a little; I'd been hoping he'd spend the night.

"Sure," I managed with a faint smile, hiding my disappointment. "Just... come back alive, please." I made the joke lightly, even though it was a real wish every time I said it.

"Don't worry." He reassured me, caressing my cheek. "It's probably just a few low-grade curses." He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on my mouth, then another, tenderly, on my forehead. "Sleep well," he murmured before turning to go.

"Good night," I whispered back as he headed to his room, the echo of his presence lingering in the hallway.

Once inside, I got ready for bed, brushing my teeth and tying my hair back. I thought about tomorrow—I'd need to fill the time somehow—and about the evening we'd just had. My mind wandered to my curse technique, wondering how I might develop it further. I needed to sense shifts in my opponents more precisely: if their mood rose, that might signal an impending attack; if it fell, it could mean a moment of weakness. Training myself to pick up on these shifts could give me a real advantage in combat. Lost in these thoughts, I finally drifted to sleep.

I woke up to an alarm I'd forgotten to turn off, and after dozing for a few extra hours, I got up, feeling a little off-balance. No messages from Tori or Geto. After a quick breakfast, I decided to go for a run—staying in top physical shape was essential for any jujutsu sorcerer. It wasn't just about power; it was about survival.

Three kilometers in, I pushed myself harder. Seven kilometers later, I was gasping, satisfied but exhausted, sitting on the grass to catch my breath. Without Geto around, I felt oddly restless. I should be able to enjoy my time alone, but there was an uneasy feeling in my gut, a silent worry that something might have gone wrong. I tried to shake it off, refocusing my thoughts. Maybe I'd practice some new moves with my nunchaku later—to surprise Geto next time we trained together.

As I got up to leave, I noticed a car in the distance, one of the faculty assistants' cars, and wondered if it was Kiyotaka. If the car was here, maybe Geto and Gojo had returned. I checked my phone—still no message. Maybe I was overthinking. After a hot shower and a change of clothes, I headed across campus toward the recovery room, scanning for any sign of them.

In the courtyard, I spotted a familiar blond head in the distance—Gojo, talking with Nanami. I felt a surge of relief and hurried over, calling out.

"Hey, Gojo! You're already back?"

He looked at me, puzzled. "Yeah, we got back by lunchtime. Haven't you seen Geto?"

My heart sank a little as I registered the confusion on his face. "Where is he?"

Gojo shrugged. "Probably in his room."

Without another word, I waved goodbye and made my way straight to Geto's door. My nerves tightened as I stood outside, finally deciding to knock and let myself in. There he was, lying on his bed, half-awake, rubbing his eyes. A faint smile crossed his face when he saw me. I noticed his hand wrapped in a bandage, though he didn't look badly hurt.

"Can I come in?" I asked softly, unsure if he wanted company.

"Of course, monkey. Come here." He shifted over, patting the space next to him and inviting me to lie down.

I joined him on the bed, glancing at the bandage on his hand as I settled in. "Are you okay?" I asked, my fingers grazing the bandage lightly.

He slipped an arm around me, pulling me closer. "This? It's nothing. Don't worry," he replied with a gentle smile.

"Was everything okay on the mission?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"It was fast. Easy." His answer was short, almost dismissive.

A flicker of worry gnawed at me. He hadn't messaged me all day, and now he seemed so quiet, so distant. Biting my lip, I tried to come up with another question, but my mind was racing with more than I could say. The way he was avoiding eye contact, offering short answers—it was out of character.

I absently started biting my nail, the silence between us thickening with the things left unsaid.

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