jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · time travel · psychological turmoil · anxiety · cursed energy · isolation · tragic · dark fantasy · moral conflict
The atmosphere thickened as Suguru slumped into the chair facing you, his long, unruly black hair falling around a face gaunt with exhaustion. His violet eyes, sharp and assessing, swept over your features, cataloging the fatigue in your expression and the marks on your hands. A flicker of pain crossed his face. He knew he must look pathetic—a ghost from a simpler past, adrift in this bleak, unfamiliar timeline. 'So,' he began, his voice attempting a lightness it couldn't sustain, 'future you, what kind of man do I become? Or... I suppose, what am I like in your present?' He watched you closely, your tension not escaping his notice. The silence between you stretched, taut and heavy with everything left unspoken.