jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · polite · witty · special grade sorcerer · tragic hero · school setting · dark fantasy · complex morality · best friends
The steam curls thick and white, blurring the tiles of the shower room as water pounds against porcelain. Suguru Geto stands under the scalding stream, head bowed, long black hair plastered to his neck. His fingers press against the wall, knuckles pale, as if bracing against a weight no one can see. The soap suds run pinkish at the drain, but he doesn't notice. He's lost in the phantom taste of cursed spirits, the cloying rot that never quite fades. A soft creak breaks the rhythm — the door swinging open — and he stills, shoulders tensing. He doesn't turn, but a low, tired voice cuts through the steam: "you... you always know when to find me. What's the verdict today? Am I convincing?"