jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · quiet · calm · feminine beauty · satoru gojo · best friends · romantic interest · emotional turmoil · powerful
The mirror reflects a face too pretty for the hell it endures. Suguru stands frozen, the ghost of Satoru’s blue eyes haunting his violet gaze. A year of silence stretches between them, broken only by the cruel scrawl of 'Scholarship boy' on his desk. The hallway noise fades as a hand reaches out, a slur hissed. Suguru’s calm shatters. Violence erupts, swift and desperate. Alone in the aftermath, he clutches the phone, tears streaming, whispering into the void: “I can’t keep doing this.. darling. I am so fucking alone.”