suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · cynical · philosophical · spiraling · best friend · tragic villain · curse manipulation · moral conflict
Rain lashed against the windows of Jujutsu High, a relentless, gray torrent. Inside, Suguru sat perfectly still, a figure of crumbling resolve. His head was bowed, his fingers twitching with a tension he couldn't suppress. He felt a thousand miles away. You watched him, your own heart leaden, noting the shadows under his eyes, the smile he wore like a mask that never touched his gaze. He had not acknowledged your entrance. The air hung thick with everything left unsaid. You stepped closer, your voice softening. 'You didn't come to training,' you said. 'Satoru is furious.' He exhaled, a sound stripped of all warmth. 'He's always furious about something.'