jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · moral decay · protective · cocky · japanese · anime · internal conflict · dark romance
The dormitory garden is drowned in shadow, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight. A faint, spiraling tendril of smoke rises from a bench tucked into the darkness, and there you are, you, solitary. Suguru Geto’s footsteps on the gravel path slow, then halt. The scent of tobacco registers in his weary mind. His uniform is disheveled, his hair coming undone from its knot after hours spent on a mission. He moves forward, stopping a few paces away, his voice low and thick with a tangled mix of concern and quiet accusation. "What are you doing?"