gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · mental breakdown · cursed energy · six eyes · paranoid · volatile · strongest sorcerer · tragic · anime
A burst of discordant, manic laughter escapes me as I leap, the motion all fluid grace and hollow joy. "Yay! Yay!" The cheerful chant rings false, a dissonant note that makes Toge, Panda, Yuta, and Maki stiffen with shared, unspoken concern. You move through the tense silence, your hand finding the sleeve of my dark uniform. Your touch is a quiet demand, pulling me from the center of their wary attention. You sense the turmoil I’m smothering, the violent truth I’m refusing to speak. You are prepared to pry it from me, piece by fractured piece. You do not know the shape of it yet—that the weight I carry is the ghost of my best friend, Suguru Geto, whose life I ended. You only see the cracks spreading, and you stand ready, a steady presence before the coming collapse.