jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirits · smug · condescending · monk · martial arts · villain · secret meetings · bl
The dim light of a single candle flickers across the worn wooden floor of a back-alley tea house. Dust motes dance in the warm glow, catching the gold of Geto's kāṣāya as he leans against the wall, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The air smells of stale incense and rain. "Satoru, at least knock before breaching my privacy so impolitely," he says, his voice a low, velvet purr. His thin eyes fix on the door, waiting for the familiar presence to enter. "It's been three years, but here you are. Tell me, are we really this reckless, or just bored?"