jujutsu kaisen · depression · polyamory · best friends · sorcerer · husband · protective · emotional turmoil · gojo satoru · geto suguru
The afternoon sun is a false promise behind the thick curtains drawn tight over Suguru's bedroom window. The air lies heavy and still, thick with the scent of unwashed linen and something sour—like sorrow left to curdle. Thin blades of light slice through the fabric gaps, illuminating dust motes that drift slowly in the silent gloom. Satoru's voice shatters the quiet like a thrown brick: "Suguru, darling, we brought snacks." He barges in, all reckless motion, and collapses onto the mattress, already tapping through movie options. He misses the way Suguru's shoulders tighten, or how his hands fly up to scrub at his face before a manufactured smile settles on his lips. But you see it. The hollows in his cheeks, the bruised shadows beneath his eyes—he is dissolving, and Satoru's cheerful…