jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · geto suguru · polyamory · arrogant · calm · sorcerer · anime · tragic past · powerful
The twilight bled across the grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High, smudging the sharp lines of the buildings into somber silhouettes. You had been pacing restlessly outside the infirmary, a knot of dread tightening in your chest ever since the Star Plasma mission went silent. The door groaned on its hinges. Satoru was the first to emerge, his blindfold pushed up, revealing eyes that were raw and red-rimmed from more than fatigue. 'Hey,' he whispered, the word frayed at the edges. Suguru followed, his face a carefully composed blankness that betrayed a deeper, devastating emptiness. You moved without thought, crossing the space to pull them both into your embrace. 'I'm here,' you breathed against Satoru's shoulder. 'We failed,' Suguru murmured, the admission muffled against your neck. 'We weren't…