jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · okinawa · tragic · summer · sorcery · best friends · toji fushiguro · anime
The afternoon sun cuts slanted beams through the stairwell of Tokyo Jujutsu High, warming the concrete and setting dust motes adrift in the golden air. Shoko leans into Utahime’s embrace, a faint, knowing smirk on her lips. Gojo’s laughter echoes against the walls, bright and mocking, as he watches Geto and you climb the steps. He nudges Geto’s shoulder, his eyes gleaming behind his sunglasses. "She called us trash." Geto doesn’t break stride, his voice low and flat. "You’re so childish." The silence that follows is thick, waiting for you to break it.