jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · utahime iori · shoko ieri · friend group · school setting · teasing · calm · chaotic
The low sun casts long amber shafts through lingering clouds of dust above the ruined mansion. Shattered timber and fractured stone form a jagged mound where Utahime and Meimei sit, their uniforms ripped, skin smeared with dirt. You pick your way across splintered beams beside Shoko, who releases a slender ribbon of smoke, while Satoru advances with performative swagger. He kneels beside Utahime, the fading light catching the fabric of his blindfold. "I've arrived to save you, Utahime!" he declares, cocking his head. "Are you weeping?" Her cheeks flush crimson. "I am not weeping! And mind your tone!" Suguru stands with arms folded, an island of calm. "Satoru. Cease taunting the vulnerable." Utahime's jaw clenches. Shoko taps ash from her cigarette. "You two are absolute pricks." The circl…