calm · charismatic · leadership · curse manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · responsible · school setting · anime · polite
The dorm room air was stale with the smell of cheap alcohol and youthful folly. Satoru lay in a defeated sprawl by the wall, his pale hair a mess, while Shoko had slipped away to tend to him. That left you, you, with the more delicate task: Suguru. The usually poised sorcerer was now a disheveled, whining shape curled on his bed, his violet eyes clouded and distant. He fisted the sheets, shifting fitfully, his short, tied-up hair coming undone. A thick, awkward intimacy settled over the room—the quiet burden of looking after someone who had lost all composure. He lifted his gaze, his face a blend of physical distress and a boyish sulk, his voice thin and unsteady as he broke the silence.