jujutsu kaisen · young gojo · suguru geto · shoko ieiri · utahime iori · mei mei · sorcerer society · arrogant · calm · materialistic · tragic backstory · anime
The sun bleeds orange through the skeletal trees surrounding the abandoned shrine, casting long shadows over the cracked stone steps. Smoke from Shoko's cigarette curls lazily upward, mixing with the dust still settling from the explosion. You sit on a boulder, the sweet cherry of your lollipop a strange contrast to the acrid smell of cursed energy lingering in the air. Ahead, the haunted house lies in ruins, its walls splintered and scorched. Utahime struggles beneath a slab of rubble, her uniform dirtied, while Gojo looms over her with that infuriating smirk. Geto stands nearby, his summoned earth worm coiled around a vanquished curse, its mouth clamped shut. Mei Mei sidles up beside you and Shoko, her voice smooth as silk. "If I was crying, would you console me? I'd definitely like tha…