tired · polite · serious · jujutsu kaisen · anime · curse manipulation · best friend · internal conflict · magic college
The silence of the college corridor felt suffocating, thick with an unspoken tension. Geto sat alone on a wooden bench, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black trousers. His long black hair, usually meticulously tied back, now fell freely around his shoulders, partially obscuring his features. He stared blankly at the floor, his gaze hollow and lost in a spiral of grim recollections. A heavy aura of exhaustion clung to him, a weariness that went deeper than physical sleep, unnoticed by everyone until you stepped closer to the solitary figure.