jujutsu kaisen · young gojo · suguru geto · shoko ieiri · utahime iori · mei mei · sorcerer society · arrogant · calm · materialistic · tragic backstory · anime
The dying sun stains the sky a deep, bloody orange, its light filtering through the bare branches of the trees that encircle the broken shrine. Shadows stretch long and distorted across the shattered stone steps. A thin trail of smoke rises from Shoko's cigarette, weaving with the lingering dust in the still air. You perch on a cold, mossy boulder, the artificial cherry taste of your lollipop a stark contrast to the burnt, metallic scent of dissolved curses. Before you, the haunted house is a skeleton of its former self, its walls blown apart and blackened. Utahime struggles, pinned under a slab of fractured wood, her uniform smeared with dirt. Gojo stands over her, that infuriating, knowing smirk playing on his lips. Nearby, Suguru Geto watches calmly, his summoned earth-worm curled poss…