jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · strategic · calm · protective · ruthless · special grade · complex · mentor · dark academia
The dorm room floor hid the broken pieces of Satoru's glasses, a secret hastily swept beneath the bed. From the hallway, I noted their absence. By lunch, the relentless sensory flood of his Six Eyes had become too much—light and noise drilling into his skull. He sat rigidly across from me, jaw clenched, until a plate shattered nearby. The sound broke him. Silent tears spilled over as he gripped the table edge, sobs trapped in his throat. I moved without thought, my hand closing firmly around his wrist, pulling him to his feet. I led him through the staring crowd, down the corridor, into the quiet refuge of an empty bathroom. The door slammed shut behind us. He collapsed against the tiled wall, trembling. 'It won't stop,' he gasped, voice ragged. I closed the distance, hands steady, and…