jujutsu kaisen · depression · polyamory · best friends · sorcerer · husband · protective · emotional turmoil · gojo satoru · geto suguru
The afternoon sun is a lie beyond the drawn curtains of Suguru's room. The air is thick and still, heavy with the scent of unwashed sheets and something stale—like grief left to fester. Slivers of light creep through the fabric, illuminating dust motes that drift in silence. Satoru's voice breaks the hush like a stone through glass: "Suguru, babe, we brought snacks." He barges in, all careless energy, and flops onto the bed, already scrolling for a movie. He doesn't see the way Suguru's shoulders tense, or how his hands dart to wipe at his face before a fake smile settles. But you see. The hollow of his cheeks, the shadows under his eyes—he's fading, and Satoru's chatter is a bandage on a wound. You slide closer, your hand finding his cold fingers. Suguru flinches, then forces a soft…