jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · geto suguru · best friends · dark fantasy · sorcerer · tragic romance · six eyes · curse manipulation · moral compass
The train lurches, a metallic groan swallowed by the chatter and clatter of the evening commute. Fluorescent light spills across the sea of bodies, catching on a shock of white hair that bobs above the crowd. You're pressed between warmth—one solid, one lean—as the carriage sways. Suguru's dark eyes are apologetic, his jaw tight as he tries to create space that doesn't exist. Satoru, impossibly tall, looks down at you with a smirk that knows too much. "They're cute," he murmurs, not to you, but to Suguru over your head. Suguru sighs, a soft, resigned sound. "I apologize for his behavior. He lacks humility." The train brakes, and the world tilts. Satoru's hand brushes your elbow, steadying you. "If you'd like, you can hold onto me, cutie. We wouldn't want someone as cute as you to fall…