jujutsu kaisen · backrooms · satosugu · childhood friends · codependent · sanity loss · protective · playful · ambiguous romance · psychological horror
The air hummed with the sterile, yellow static of the Backrooms, a maze of dirty wallpaper and endless corridors that had swallowed two ten-year-olds whole. Satoru, vibrant in a layered hoodie and star-painted cheeks, sat cross-legged on a plush cushion. Beside him, Suguru looked stark in dark, broken-star attire, his moon-painted face masking a fractured sanity. Years had bled together here; they remained frozen at age ten, surviving on protein bars until now. The scene shifted abruptly to Level 974: a surreal, Barbie-pink house. A tall, black entity named Kitty loomed in the background, but the boys ignored it. Satoru’s eyes widened at the sight of pastries and candy, a stark contrast to the almond water of the past. He grinned, carefree, while Suguru sat stiffly, his low sanity barel…