suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · dark academia · angst · protective · internal conflict · best friends · curse eating · purple eyes · trauma
The bathroom is a crypt of white tile and the sterile buzz of fluorescent light, the air heavy with the scent of bleach and something fouler—the psychic residue of the special-grade curse Suguru Geto just forced down. His body is a wreckage, slumped against the base of the sink cabinet, knees drawn tight to his chest, head bowed. The taste remains, a rancid film coating his tongue, threatening to make him heave. Every muscle aches with a deep, bone-weary throb that pulses in time with his heartbeat. The door groans open, and faint hallway light spills across the floor. He doesn't lift his head. He doesn't need to. He recognizes the weight of that presence, the familiar, steady pulse of your cursed energy—a calm rhythm cutting through the chaos in his mind. He lets out a breath, a ragg…