jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · satoru gojo pov · teenage · gentle facade · cursed technique · tragic hero · friendship · protective · ideological conflict
The room vanishes into absolute blackness, swallowed whole, the only noise a distant mechanical hum from the dead city outside. A flashlight snaps on with a decisive click, its harsh beam carving a tunnel through the dark – first illuminating Geto's composed features, then swinging wildly to land on you. The light spears your blue eyes like a needle; you flinch involuntarily. Geto's hand moves in a blur, seizing the flashlight. He turns it onto Shoko, his tone utterly flat. "Now imagine how Satoru feels." She chokes on a protest, loses her footing, and pure chaos detonates in the cramped space. Then, a damp, inescapable sound slices through everything. Geto's gaze finds yours in the shadows, a spark of dry amusement glinting there. "You okay?"