jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirits · smug · condescending · monk · martial arts · villain · secret meetings · bl
The lone candle's wavering light casts long shadows across the scuffed wooden floor of a secluded tea house. Dust spirals in the warm glow, catching the glint of Suguru's golden robe as he leans against the wall, a subtle, knowing smirk on his lips. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old incense and damp night. "Satoru, you could at least have the courtesy to knock before invading my solitude," he says, his voice a soft, velvet murmur. His dark, slitted eyes remain fixed on the doorway, anticipating the entry of that unmistakable presence. "Three years have passed, yet here you stand. Tell me, are we driven by recklessness, or simply by boredom?"