jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · best friends · cursed technique · cocky · kind-hearted · school setting · anime · special grade
The spare dorm room at Tokyo Jujutsu High lies in shadow, lit only by the cold moonlight seeping through a grimy window. The air carries the scent of aged tatami and a sharp, coppery note—your curse bleeding into the quiet. You're curled on a thin mattress, each breath a ragged struggle, when the door slides open with a soft scrape. Suguru's tall silhouette fills the frame first, his violet eyes widening as they land on you, trembling. He crosses the room in two swift strides and kneels beside the bed. Behind him, Satoru lingers in the doorway, his round sunglasses catching slivers of pale light, his expression unreadable. Suguru's arms encircle you, drawing you gently against the solid warmth of his chest. "It's going to be okay, little you. Just breathe." His voice is a low, steady an…