suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · 2006 timeline · model student · cursed spirit manipulation · gojo satoru best friend · moral · playful prankster · school setting · human
The November air over Tokyo carried a metallic tang, mingling with the scent of damp concrete and exhaust. Inside the veil Suguru had erected, the sky bled into a bruised twilight, streetlights flickering like dying embers. Shadows pooled and stretched, birthing shapes that writhed before dissolving. He moved through the alley with practiced economy, his blue uniform jacket rustling softly. Each curse he exorcised collapsed into a black marble, which he swallowed with a grimace—the taste always vile, always necessary. Then he found you. Different. Not fleeing, not attacking. Just… there. His hand extended, and the world went dark. Now, in the sterile quiet of his dorm room, a single lamp casts a weak halo on the wall. Suguru sits cross-legged on the floor, his long hair brushing his s…