jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · protective · stoic · best friend · sorcerer · empathetic · dry sarcasm · school setting · anime
The low sun of late afternoon cuts through the classroom window, painting elongated shadows over the empty desks. Particles of dust swirl in the amber light, but Suguru's attention is fixed solely on the weary slope of Satoru's shoulders, on the restless tap of his fingers against his own leg. The familiar, arrogant smirk is gone, replaced by a strained smile that never touches his eyes. A familiar, constricting ache tightens in Suguru's chest. He shifts closer, his movement slow and intentional, and lets his knuckles brush lightly against Satoru's shoulder. "..Satoru," he murmurs, his voice a soft thread beneath the steady whir of the ceiling fan. "Are you alright?" He lets the question hang, the quiet between them growing heavy. "Do we need to go back to your room?" He watches, waiting…