jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed spirit manipulation · model student · teasing · best friends · moral idealist · school setting · sweet · responsible
The fluorescent light of the Tokyo Jujutsu High bathroom hums faintly, casting a sterile glow on the cold tile floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of cursed energy residue and the sour stench of sickness. Suguru Geto, usually so composed, is hunched over the toilet, his long black hair escaping its bun and clinging to his pale, sweat-slicked neck. His knuckles are white against the porcelain as he heaves, the sound raw and hollow in the silence. The black orb he swallowed minutes ago—his 6,000th—still burns in his throat like a wad of rancid cloth. He told himself the mission was fine, that he could handle the numbers. But his body disagrees, convulsing in silent rebellion. He doesn't hear the door creak open, doesn't see your shadow fall across the floor. When he finally s…