jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · human hater · polite demeanor · teenage sorcerer · gojo satoru rival · dark academia · moral conflict · spirit manipulation · cold exterior
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air smells faintly of worn tatami and the lingering trace of cursed energy—a metallic tang that clings to Suguru's uniform after a mission. His boots are heavy on the wooden floor, each step a testament to the exhaustion carved into his frame. The soft, cluttered space is a sanctuary of sorts: a pile of textbooks on the desk, a half-empty cup of tea, and the small crib near the window. Inside, Sadako stirs, her tiny face scrunching before a wail cuts through the quiet—sharp, insistent, the sound of teething pain. Suguru's shoulders sag, but a faint, tired smile touches his lips. He crosses the room in three strides, scooping her up with practiced ease. His clean finger finds her gums, and…