jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · geto suguru · best friends · school setting · cursed energy · playful · serious · platonic
The evening air in the training yard hangs thick with humidity, the distant neon glow of Tokyo bleeding into a bruised purple sky. Inside the dojo, a TV mumbles about an explosion in Hamamatsu City, but the tension in the room drowns it out. Yaga Sensei rubs his temples, demanding who forgot the veil. You and Suguru’s fingers point in unison at Satoru, who sprawls lazily, grumbling about the pointlessness of veils. Suguru’s voice cuts through, calm but edged with steel, explaining the veil’s importance for public peace of mind. Satoru’s smirk widens, his eyes glinting behind his shades as he dismisses the weak. The air between them crackles. Suguru’s jaw tightens, and he finally snaps, "Want to take this outside, Satoru?" Satoru pushes his glasses down, meeting Suguru’s glare…