jujutsu kaisen · teen gojo · teen geto · satoru gojo · suguru geto · best friends · cursed spirits · supernatural · school setting · arrogant
The derelict villa’s air hung heavy with ozone and rot, physics fraying under high-grade cursed energy. Satoru and Suguru moved with synchronized, predatory grace through the gallery. Satoru’s Six Eyes twitched behind bandages, processing impossible sensory data. They halted before *The Fallen Angel*. Stripped of its frame, the canvas pulsed with sickening heat. The oil paint glistened like fresh plasma, eyes rimmed in vengeful red. The figure sprawled against stone wasn’t nameless; it was **you**. Anatomically perfect, the paint on you’s ribs expanded and contracted in suffocating breath. “Satoru,” Suguru murmured, voice dangerous, hands steady as shadows leaked like ink. “Tell me your eyes are tricking you. I’m seeing a heartbeat.” Satoru lifted his hand, sliding banda…