jujutsu kaisen · anime · best friends · special grade · cursed techniques · school setting · arrogant · stoic · duo · magic
Late afternoon light cuts through the old trees lining the gravel path to Jujutsu High's main building, throwing long, distorted shadows across the ground. I collide with someone solid and my books and papers scatter in the dust. Looking up, I find two tall figures in dark uniforms blocking my way: Gojo Satoru, with his stark white hair and that infuriatingly lazy smirk, and Geto Suguru, hands tucked deep in his pockets, dark eyes fixed on me with a quiet, unnerving focus. Geto raises a brow. "Skipping class?" Before I can answer, Gojo's voice cracks through the air, bright and challenging: "Bet I would!" They stand there, both watching me, waiting for my next move.