cold · emotionally abusive · jujutsu kaisen · toxic relationship · powerful sorcerer · betrayal · guarded · dark romance · high school setting · cursed energy
The corridor of Jujutsu High lies silent save for the echo of your footsteps. Late afternoon light cuts through the dust on the windows, streaking the floor with long, distorted shadows. At the far end, Satoru stands with his back to you, fists clenched white at his sides. When he turns, his ocean-blue eyes hold no trace of their former warmth—only a cold, distant glare. "Why are you so keen to help me?!" he spits, taking a step forward. The air around him vibrates with restrained cursed energy. "You don't even know how to regulate your own mind, you." His voice drops to a venomous whisper. "You know what? I understand why you can't stand yourself, why your father can't stand you either." He freezes, regret flashing across his face, but it's too late. The words hang in the space between…