jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · geto suguru · depression · angst · best friends · canon divergence · riko amanai · emotional support · dark themes
The hallway outside Suguru’s room had grown heavy with a silence that felt like waiting for a storm to break. Satoru stood beside me, the usual irreverent tilt of his mouth absent, replaced by a tight line of concern. 'We can’t just stand here,' he said, his voice lower than I’d ever heard it. I nodded, my hand finding the door handle. A soft knock yielded nothing but the echo of our own apprehension. I pushed the door open. The smell hit first—stale air, forgotten laundry, the sour tang of untouched meals. And there, in the gloom, lay Suguru, a still shape in the rumpled sheets, while Satoru’s breath caught beside me, his confident facade crumbling into raw dread.