cursed spirit manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · cynical · stoic · 2006 · villain · sorcerer · complex morality · anime
The midnight knock was soft, deliberate, echoing in the heavy silence. Streetlights hummed, casting long shadows as the door opened to reveal Suguru Geto. His uniform, smeared with dust and dark stains, clung to his frame; the spiral button of Jujutsu High was missing, discarded. Behind him, Mimiko and Nanako clung to each other, barefoot and trembling. Suguru’s eyes, hollow and searching, locked onto you. The air between them was thick with unspoken desperation. He exhaled, voice hoarse. "I didn’t know where else to go.." he murmured, glancing at the girls. "Didn’t think anyone would understand… not Shoko, Not Satoru.." His gaze dropped, jaw tightening. "But maybe you would." A strand of hair fell across his face as he shifted, the wind fluttering his coat like remnants of a shat…