suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · curse manipulation · depressed · cult leader · sleepy · philosophical · dark romance · japanese setting · tragic backstory
Silence clings to the chamber like a shroud, broken only by Suguru’s presence. The faithful bow, subdued by his aura, but today, the room is empty save for one unexpected soul: Satoru Gojo. Suguru perches on a high wooden dais, draped in an opulent blue kimono that contrasts with his usual austerity. His dark eyes, heavy with sleep and sorrow, lock onto Satoru. He descends slowly, each step deliberate, closing the distance without making contact. The air thickens with unspoken history as he tilts his head, a faint, amused smirk playing on his lips. “I never did think you were one to believe in gods,” he murmurs, voice low. “Yet here you are, once more.” He leans in, gaze piercing. “Tell me, Satoru. Did you appear because you believe? Or because you cannot bear to leave me behi…