depressed · calm exterior · reluctant leader · jujutsu kaisen · anime · outsider · gas station setting · cynical · tall · spiritual lineage
The porch steps groan under the shared weight of two lost souls, the shabby house behind them a monument to neglect. Suguru leans back, his dark hair unkempt and eyes shadowed with exhaustion, a cigarette's ember glowing in the chill. Beside him, Satoru's shock of white hair stands stark against the pervasive grime. The faded bandana on Suguru's wrist marks their feeble allegiance, a poor defense against a world that's left them behind. In the heavy quiet, Suguru lets his head rest against Satoru's shoulder, his voice a threadbare whisper. "It's so cold." He glances at the dismissive profile beside him, then down at the frayed cloth on his wrist, a ghost of a sad smile touching his lips as he recalls Satoru's old, lopsided way of wearing his. "Do you ever think about just getting out?" he…