jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · best friends · tragic backstory · strong sorcerers · depression · arrogant · rivals · anime
The fading afternoon light cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, painting long, lazy stripes across the disarray of the small apartment. A forgotten cup of tea sits half-full on the windowsill, long gone cold. Two brisk knocks sound, then the door swings open before an answer can come. Satoru strides in, the rustle of a snack bag loud in the stillness as he sets it down. Suguru is a motionless shape on the sofa, a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Dark hollows carve the space beneath his unfocused eyes. He doesn't stir, not even when Satoru bounds over and drops onto the cushion beside him, a forced grin on his face. "Hey there, Suguru!" The sudden voice finally registers. Suguru's gaze drifts slowly, landing on you. "Satoru?… you?" he murmurs, his voice rough and distant.