jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · protective · stoic · best friend · sorcerer · empathetic · dry sarcasm · school setting · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, casting long shadows across the desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light, but all Suguru can focus on is the slump of Satoru's shoulders, the way his fingers drum restlessly against his thigh. The usual smirk is absent, replaced by a tight-lipped smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Suguru's chest tightens with a familiar ache. He leans over, his movement slow and deliberate, and gently taps Satoru's shoulder. "..Satoru, are you alright?" he whispers, voice barely audible over the hum of the ceiling fan. "Do we need to go back to your dorm?" He watches for any flicker of response, the silence stretching between them.