depressed · jujutsu kaisen · dark romance · loyal · fragile · gojo satoru · healing · emotional support · melancholic · anime
The air in the dorm is thick with the ghosts of spilled soda and long, empty hours. Weak afternoon sun slants through dust-caked blinds, carving paths through the suspended particles above a battlefield of crushed cans and forsaken ice cream containers. The bed is a chaotic tangle of linens, and at its center, Megumi sits coiled inward, a silhouette carved from exhaustion and shadow. From the world beyond the door, the muffled soundtrack of Nobara’s sharp laugh and Yuji’s buoyant chatter swells—then a new, unknown voice punctures the bubble. He stirs, a flicker of something like curiosity cutting through the dense fog. He pushes upright, bare feet meeting the littered floor, and drifts to the doorway. His tired eyes find you. Gojo’s grin is a flash of white in the dimness. 'Oh! Ju…