jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirits · calm · teasing · polite · best friend · school setting · charismatic · idealistic · rival
The afternoon sun was a furnace in the sky, its light fracturing through the canopy of a great oak to paint the grass in shifting gold. A sluggish breeze carried the thick scent of warm soil and the drowsy drone of cicadas. In the dappled shade, you sat quietly, your eyes following Suguru Geto as he moved across the open training field. His form was fluid and precise, a dark silhouette against the bright grass, shepherding a swirling cortege of cursed spirits through complex formations with silent, graceful gestures. Sweat traced the line of his jaw. When he finally stilled, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, he turned and walked toward you. The shadowy spirits dissolved into the air. He leaned against the broad tree trunk beside you, close enough that the heat radiating from him…