#i usually don’t focus on my reader’s pov’s as much as i do suguru’s… i wonder if that’s an issue

[gothsuguru]

thinking abt how suguru’s apartment would look like

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

When I feel cold , I keep you close

(suguru x reader angst)

Non improvised version

(I used chat gpt to improvise mz grammer and words!)

Suguru Geto was one of the strongest sorcerers at Jujutsu High, while you were just a transfer student. Despite that, you quickly proved your skills, reaching Grade 1 in no time, which caught his attention. However, he didn’t think much of it. After all, there were other students who were more well-known than you. Besides, Suguru was more focused on improving his own abilities and enjoying his time with his close group of friends.

(Monsoon)

You gazed out the window of your classroom, watching the raindrops slide down the glass before vanishing. The teacher’s voice faded into the background, his lecture a dull hum you barely noticed.

After all, you already knew everything he was teaching.

It was the moment when you finally reached the position of becoming a Special Grade, a milestone that you had worked for. The celebration was simple , just you and two of your closest friends, gathered at the school cafeteria, laughter filling the air. You didn’t want the life of luxury, because deep down, you knew that in the end, it would mean nothing. Hollow..

As the three of you blew out the candles, chatting quietly, you noticed a trio walking toward you. One had white hair, another had long black hair, and the third, a girl with brown hair.

The brown-haired girl calmly approached your table and asked, “Do you want a cigarette?”

You shook your head“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.”

The white-haired guy spoke up, his tone playful, “Look, you’re our classmate now, and you didn’t even bother to invite us. That’s cruel.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You had heard a lot about them,they were powerful, and part of you was almost jealous of how they seemed to live life without limitations. Meanwhile, you knew your fate was different. No matter how strong you were, you were supposed to be tied to your destiny

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said in a neutral tone. “I didn’t want to celebrate it with the whole school, so I just brought my friends with me.”

The white-haired guy just nodded, his expression unchanged, while the brown-haired girl gave you a brief glance. The one with the black hair said nothing, just observing quietly.

They seemed to understand that you weren’t comfortable making friends, so after a moment, they turned to leave.

“We’ll see you in class then,” the girl said before they walked off, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

(A year later)

You were astounded by all the banter and small arguments that happened around you now. It was something you had grown used to over time. At first, it was strange, even uncomfortable, but now it felt like a part of your daily life.

It wasn’t that you wanted to be involved in their chaos, but they had forced you to, whether you liked it or not, until you finally just… accepted it. It wasn't something you had planned for.

{Suguru's POV}

Suguru had never expected to develop such an affection for you. It started so small, so innocent. You were his partner for a mission, and it was meant to be just another assignment. But something about you your focus, your strength, the way you carried yourself stuck with him. There was a coldness in the way you approached the job, a detachment that intrigued him.

At first, he thought it was just admiration. You were strong, capable, and unwavering. But then, over time, that admiration turned into something deeper. He found himself thinking about you when he shouldn’t have been, feeling a pull toward you that he couldn’t ignore.

He had confessed this to Satoru one night, not expecting much of a reaction, but he should’ve known better.

Satoru had laughed, his usual teasing grin on full display. “Do you really think a heartless girl like her can accept your affection?”

Suguru’s chest tightened. Satoru’s words were harsh, but they stung because they were true. You didn’t flinch when you killed curses. You didn’t cry when you were hurt. You barely smiled. You were as closed off as a fortress, and that made Suguru question his feelings. But no matter how much he tried to push them down, they remained.

“I know, Satoru,” Suguru said quietly, his voice tinged with frustration. “But the feelings are inevitable.”

He didn’t know what had changed inside him, but there was no denying it anymore. It was there, lingering in the back of his mind, impossible to ignore.

He was tired. Tired of the jokes, tired of protecting you from the judgments that others whispered about you behind closed doors. Gojo had no filters, and he didn’t care who heard his cruel words. Suguru had always tried to shield you from the worst of it, but it was getting harder. Every time he saw you, so composed, so distant, it made him wonder if you even cared about the way they treated you, or if you were as cold as they said.

But he couldn't stop. Couldn't stop caring, couldn’t stop wanting to be closer to you, even when it seemed impossible.

Deep down, Suguru knew there was a part of you that wanted more wanted connection but whether you would ever let anyone close enough to see it was another story.

In the silence, when everyone found your presence disturbing and pointed out your imperfections, Suguru was the only one who saw your perfection.

He loved how his name sounded when it passed your lips, even though your tone was always neutral. It didn’t matter to him; it was your voice, and that was enough. He loved how your eyes would flutter ever so slightly whenever you already knew what was being taught, how your mind worked faster than most. He adored how you would half-smile when someone included you in something, even though you were likely going to reject it. It was a quiet smile, almost like you didn't need to explain yourself, but still, it was there, and he couldn’t help but notice it.

Maybe it was the silence that surrounded you, or maybe it was the mystery of your life that no one ever truly understood. Suguru didn't know how to describe it in words. All he knew was that there was something about you that made him feel drawn to you in a way he couldn’t shake.

While everyone pointed out your flaws, he was the one who noticed the little things the things that made you who you were. He noticed how you tenderly tucked your hair behind your ear when it fell in front of your face. He saw how you cared about even the smallest things, like an ant crawling along the floor or a bird fluttering by. These tiny details seemed to matter to you, and Suguru found it endearing.

Where others saw a dull, heartless girl, Suguru saw something else entirely. He saw the vivid version of you , the version that no one else ever took the time to understand. To him, you were far from dull. You were ,deep, and full of layers that no one bothered to uncover.

He couldn’t explain it, but he saw you differently, and in a world where everyone was quick to judge, that was enough for him.

(Winter)

You loved winter. There was something about it, the way the world seemed to hold its breath as snowflakes danced and fell from the sky. You loved how each delicate snowflake fought for its existence, struggling to survive only to melt away into nothing. It felt like a reflection of life itself—fragile, fleeting, and yet, in that brief moment, undeniably beautiful.

The crisp air, the stillness of it all, the way everything seemed to be muted beneath a blanket of white. The songs of the crickets, buzzing softly in your ears, carried a quiet sort of peace, as if nature itself was whispering to you. Everything felt silent, yet vivid at the same time like the world had stripped itself of distractions and was showing you its truest form.

As you stood there, feeling the winter chill against your skin.

you knew it was time.

Suguru knew it was time.

With graduation nearing, he couldn’t ignore it any longer. He had to tell you. He told Gojo about it, and Gojo ridiculed him, of course, but still supported him. "A heartless girl like her? Good luck," Gojo had said, laughing. But Suguru didn’t care about the jokes.

You were about to leave for your first solo mission, and Suguru wanted to confess before you went away. When everyone asked about the details of your mission, both he and Satoru stayed silent. There were no answers, just the heavy weight of the moment, and Suguru knew he had to speak up before it was too late.

He saw you by the small pond, playing with the snow. Your usual neutral face was there, but something about you seemed different today warmer, like the cold didn’t touch you the way it usually did.

Suguru watched for a moment, taking in the sight, before calling out to you. “Hey.”

You looked up and saw him standing there, watching you. Without thinking, you waved at him, the boy who never seemed to leave you alone, always including you despite your constant refusals.

A small, silent giggle bubbled up in your mind as you thought about it.

Suguru nervously walked over to your side, letting out a heavy sigh. "I hate winter. It's so cold, don't you think?"

He said it in his usual calm voice, trying to ease the tension that had been building up inside him.

You glanced up at him and replied, "No, I don't think so."

He looked at you then, really looked at you, and that was when he saw it the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Your smile.

Suguru didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want you to notice him staring, so he cleared his throat awkwardly and looked at you again.

"Why do you think so?" he asked, trying to shift the attention away from his thoughts.

You paused for a moment before answering, your voice soft but certain.

"Because winter feels like a quiet embrace, where snowflakes fight for their fleeting lives, each one a delicate reminder of life’s beauty. The faint song of crickets hums resilience, while frost sharpens the senses and makes every moment profound. It’s a season of stillness, a love letter written in frost, urging us to find wonder in the smallest details."

Suguru was at a loss for words. He had never thought of winter or any season for that matter, in the way you described. Your perspective was different, more profound than anything he could’ve imagined.

And then, there you were, still smiling warmly, and it made his heart flutter with happiness. He forgot all about his plans to confess. The white roses he had been holding, ready to give to you, were now forgotten, their petals untouched.

Instead, he found himself leaning in, talking to you getting to know you more. It wasn’t rushed, no pressure, just a conversation that flowed easily. Suguru listened closely, genuinely interested in learning more about you, the person he had always admired from a distance.

In that moment, it wasn’t about the confession anymore. It was about you. About the quiet, small details that made you... you.

"Do you love your life?" you asked him softly.

"Of course I love my life, especially my friends and you," he replied, his voice steady.

You knew he was being honest. Maybe... you knew he loved you. A gentle smile spread across your face as you suddenly embraced him, catching him off guard.

"I love my life too," you said, your words flowing freely. "I may have never laughed or smiled much, but you guys were the greatest thing I got to learn. No knowledge in the world intrigued me more than you. You’re like a mystery, one I could only understand by getting close."

Suguru stood there for a moment, stunned, but he hugged you back, feeling your words sink deep into him.

"I never thought of life that way," he murmured, his voice quieter now. "We can grow old together, have fun, and even have sad times together... And you, you’re uncannily the most interesting person in my world."

He looked into your eyes, and for a brief, perfect moment, it was just the two of you, everything else fading away.

It was getting late, and you left for your mission. Suguru left too, but this time, he felt lighter. He thought about the future, about what might come next.

When you were gone for those few days, Suguru couldn’t help but tell everyone about what you said. He talked about how lovingly you spoke about them, how much you appreciated them despite your usual quietness. They listened, and he smiled, knowing that you hadn’t just been distant you had your own way of showing care.

They were waiting for you to return, just like he was.

When everything went black, they received the news.

You were gone.

It wasn’t because of some curse. It wasn’t because of some enemy. It was your own curse, the one you’d carried silently all this time. You were never meant to be in love, never meant to drown in happiness. That wasn’t your fate. Your curse was your destiny, and deep down, you had always known it.

You knew it all along.

Suguru’s world froze.

He knew, deep down, it was him,the person you loved.

Everyone paid their respects at your funeral, bringing small notes, flowers, and memories of you. Suguru stood there, telling everyone he was fine, but deep down, he knew he wasn’t.

What if he had told you he loved you back? Would you have known? Would you have been happier, even for just a moment? Would you be happy if you knew that the man you loved , loved you back?

The questions gnawed at him as he stood there, groveling in the silence of your absence, still unable to believe it had all happened so fast, that it was over so quickly.

It hit him then the snowflakes, delicate and fleeting, had fought for their lives, just like you. And in the end, they melted away, leaving only memories behind.

(2 years later)

They had finally graduated, still serving the higher-ups as sorcerers.

It was winter again, and Suguru had grown accustomed to roaming around the town during this season. It reminded him of you. Everything was clearer, more vivid in winter than in any other season. The coldness seemed to sharpen his senses, yet in that cold, he could still feel the warmth of you—your presence, the warmth of your body, the way you had once enveloped him.

It was a warmth that stayed with him, lingering, never truly fading. You had left, but you were still with him, in the winter air, in every snowflake that fell.

Thank u!

{ I'll post the non - improvised version too!}