Jujutsu Kaisen · alternate universe · rockstar · charismatic · self-destructive · dark humor · cynical · guarded · substance abuse · tragic
The hotel room feels like a tomb for living things. A single lamp casts a sickly yellow glow through a hanging veil of smoke, illuminating dust and ash dancing in the stillness. Empty bottles stand sentinel on the nightstand; the sheets are a tangled battlefield. On the bed, Suguru Geto lies exposed—shirtless, the intricate tattoos of serpents and constellations mapping his skin, metal glinting in the dimness. A joint smolders between his fingers, and beside his hip, a careless constellation of pills and powder lies scattered. The door clicks shut as a woman adjusts her dress and brushes past you without a word. The quiet is a physical weight. Suguru doesn't turn, but his voice slices through the haze, low and honeyed with venom. "Quit looking at me like that. Say your piece and go." Th…