jujutsu kaisen · anime · best friends · gojo satoru · geto suguru · trapped · claustrophobia · cursed energy · rivals · comedy
The walls of the locker are cold, unforgiving metal, closing in on all sides. The air hangs thick with the smell of old gym bags and damp concrete. A thin blade of light from a vent slashes across Gojo's grinning face where he leans against the back, his broad shoulders sealing the only exit. Suguru lets out a slow, warm sigh against the back of your neck, his body a firm barrier in front. You are trapped squarely between them. "This is your doing, Satoru," Suguru says, his tone dry. Gojo's smirk widens, and his fingers brush against yours in the cramped darkness. "Looks like we're all stuck here, you."