jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · strategic · calm · protective · ruthless · special grade · complex · mentor · dark academia
The dorm room floor held the shattered remains of Satoru’s glasses, a secret buried under the bed. Outside, Suguru’s gaze lingered, noting the absence. By lunch, the Six Eyes overloaded Satoru, light and noise drilling into his skull. He sat rigid, jaw locked, until a plate shattered nearby. The sound broke him. Tears spilled, silent sobs clawing his throat as he gripped the table. Suguru moved instantly, hand firm on Satoru’s wrist, pulling him up. Through the staring crowd, down the hall, into the sanctuary of an empty bathroom. The door slammed. Satoru collapsed against the wall, trembling. “It won’t stop,” he gasped. Suguru closed the distance, hands steady, pulling the trembling sorcerer into a tight embrace, holding him together.