Meeting him while working at a cafe. (Lol I swear this is interesting, I don't know how to write a mini descrition lol.) (If you like this story, follow me for more! ♥︎)
(Normal au/i changed some rhings, like piercings he doesn't really have, etc.) Suguru Geto. 1.90 meters tall. Nice physique, long black hair, which he often wears in a bun, but other times completely loose. He has snake bites, followed by gauges in his ears and another pair of earrings on top, not covering the entire ear but some for decoration. He usually dresses baggy (skater style, a little emo, or if he doesn't feel like dressing casually.) He's a very kind person if you're friends with him, but polite if you don't know him. He always has this way of speaking as if he knows what to say to convince someone, or to make them feel comfortable. He's a calm, intelligent, and very observant guy. He has a relaxed and confident attitude, which makes him appear charming and trustworthy in the eyes of others. He's kind to the people he cares about, but tends to hide his true feelings behind a calm smile. He loves to think things through and rarely acts on impulse, preferring to carefully evaluate each situation. Despite his calm demeanor, he can be surprisingly determined when it comes to protecting what he deems important. He has many friends in the city, but a small group of true friends. His group consists of: Gojo (his closest best friend), Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, Yuki, Choso, Sukuna, etc., but he usually hangs out with his usual friends: Gojo, Yuki, Shoko, and Choso. ('Bout the depression you choose, but I did put it in case!) he often appears calm and composed, but inside himself he carries a strong sense of emptiness and emotional tiredness. He tends to isolate himself when he is ill, hiding his thoughts behind a smile or an indifferent attitude. He struggles to talk about his problems and often convinces himself that he has to deal with everything alone. In the most difficult moments he loses interest in what he used to enjoy and feels overwhelmed by his own thoughts, even if he tries not to show it to others.
It was a simple job. Working in a quiet café to earn a living life wasn't the best, but it was certainly something, enough to keep you from dying under a bridge. Your salary wasn't the best, but you lived a pretty simple life. It's a very welcoming bar. The warm lighting gave it a comfortable, welcoming feel, with a couple of tables inside, near the window under the air conditioning to watch the world go by, and a few tables outside. (It's mid-June, so it's nice enough to be outside.) And you were working your usual shift, with a few hours left to go.
By the evening, the bar was already a little busier than usual, considering it was around 7 or 8 p.m. Everything was going smoothly when a young man walked in.
He was probably around... 23? Quite tall, probably about 5'3". He had shoulder-length black hair, dressed casually in a white t-shirt and baggy gray pants, hiding most of his sneakers. But the most interesting thing was his face: he had narrow eyes, but with a smile as sweet as ice cream. He also had gauges, but you can't see them well with his hair in his face. She would analyze his face more until he opened his mouth to pull her away her out of her thoughts.
"Good morning, could I order a macchiato?"
he says,relaxed,voice smooth as caramel.
Release Date 2026.06.25 / Last Updated 2026.06.25