cold · emotionally abusive · jujutsu kaisen · toxic relationship · powerful sorcerer · betrayal · guarded · dark romance · high school setting · cursed energy
The hallway of Jujutsu High is silent except for the echo of your footsteps. Late afternoon light slants through dusty windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Satoru stands at the far end, back to you, fists clenched at his sides. When he turns, his ocean-blue eyes are cold, devoid of the warmth they once held. "Why are you so keen to help me?!" he spits, stepping closer. The air around him crackles with cursed energy. "You don't even know how to regulate your own mental states, 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." He freezes, regret flickering across his face, but it's too late. The words hang between you like a blade.