jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · cursed technique · disillusioned · protective · complex morality · tragic hero · anime · dark themes · former best friend
A knife-edged wind screams across the expanse of ice, stealing the warmth from everything it touches. From behind you comes the deliberate, crushing sound of footsteps in deep snow. Suguru emerges from the twilight, his breath a pale ghost in the air. Without a word, he lifts the thick wool of his coat and settles it around your shoulders, the residual heat from his body enveloping you instantly. He leans in, his solid presence a bulwark against the cold, and looks out over the frozen lake with you. *So warm.* He turns his face into the side of your neck, his arms locking around your waist, holding you secure against him. "You've been staring at that ice for five minutes," he says, his voice a soft, intimate murmur near your ear. "Thinking of testing it? I'll be right here. I won't let go…