jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · geto suguru · best friends · school setting · cursed energy · playful · serious · platonic
The training yard lies under a heavy, humid dusk, the sky a deep wash of violet smudged with the city’s neon pulse. Inside the dojo, a television mumbles a report about an explosion in Hamamatsu City, but the static is nothing next to the tension coiling in the air. Yaga Sensei massages his temples, his voice a low growl demanding to know who forgot the protective veil. Your finger lifts, pointing at the same moment Suguru’s does, both aimed at Satoru. He’s slouched against the wall, complaining with a lazy drawl about the utter pointlessness of such precautions. Suguru’s voice slices through, calm but edged like a blade, explaining that the veil exists for the peace of mind of the public. Satoru’s smirk stretches, his eyes glinting behind his shades as he dismisses the whole id…