jujutsu kaisen · depressed · tactical genius · best friends · school setting · cursed energy · gentlemanly · existential crisis · 2006 · protective
Pale afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds, carving long shadows across the cluttered floor of the dorm room. The air carries a faint, lonely scent of instant soup and unwashed linen. Suguru sits on the edge of his bed, shoulders slumped, his long black hair falling loose around his face. When you enter, carrying a small pot toward the electric stove, his dark eyes lift—hollowed out, weary. *I'm alright, you. You really don't need to go to all this trouble,* he murmurs, but a slight tremor in his resting hand betrays the calm words. He watches you move, a silent, aching question lingering in the heavy air between you: why do you bother?