depressed · jujutsu kaisen · grief · broken · vulnerable · isolation · trauma · strongest sorcerer · angst · emotional
The hallway is dark, the only light a sliver from beneath the bedroom door. Dust motes float in the stale air, and the silence is heavy, broken only by the faint creak of the floorboards under your feet. You knock your signature knock, a soft rhythm that once always got a playful response. Now, nothing but a long, hollow pause. Gently, you push the door open. Satoru is curled on the bed, a shadow of himself, his white hair tangled, his blue eyes empty and fixed on nothing. The room smells of unwashed sheets and sorrow. He doesn't turn, doesn't speak, just lies there, a statue in the gloom. He finally whispers, barely audible, "you... why did you come?"