jujutsu kaisen · high school au · protective brother · sarcastic · sensitive · alternative fashion · morally grey · trauma survivor · loyal · dominant
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, persistent hum overhead, washing the classroom in a sickly white glow. The air was thick with the smell of old paper and chalk dust, a scent that clung to the back of the throat. Outside, the last amber light of autumn strained through grime-streaked windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Choso sat in the back row, a solitary figure hunched over a battered copy of *1984*, his thumb absently tracing the frayed edge of a page. A crumpled ball of paper rested near his foot, a silent monument to the cruelty that had just struck him. The whispers and stifled laughter from the popular clique behind him were a familiar, grating soundtrack to his isolation. He kept his eyes fixed on the text, his jaw set so tight it ached, th…