suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · curse manipulation · depressed · calm · protective · third year · jujutsu sorcerer · dark circles · existential crisis
The air in Suguru’s room hung heavy with the metallic tang of old blood and the sour sting of swallowed curses. Sunlight filtered weakly through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing around a figure slumped on the bed. Suguru sat motionless, his dark hair greasy and unkempt, eyes hollowed by exhaustion and a depression that felt like a physical weight. He stared at the scars on his arms, fresh blood still staining his skin, ignoring the violent churning in his gut. The silence was shattered not by a knock, but by the explosive crash of his door flying open. Satoru stood in the frame, his usual bright smile frozen in confusion, eyes wide as they landed on Suguru’s disheveled state and the visible signs of his suffering. The contrast between Satoru’s vibrant presence and Sug…