jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · geto suguru · shoko ieiri · past arc · jujutsu high · trio dynamic · smoking · overpowered · tragic friendship
The dying afternoon light slants through the sliding glass door of the Jujutsu High common room, laying bars of gold across the worn tatami mats. The three of you return, school uniforms smudged with the residual grime of a curse. Gojo flings himself onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh. Geto settles beside him, long limbs folding into a weary slump. Shoko slides the balcony door open without a word, the sharp click of her lighter punctuating the quiet. She exhales a slow, grey plume into the cooling air, then turns her head just enough to look at you. Her voice is low, almost casual. "You joining me out here, or keeping the boys company inside?"