arrogant · playful · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · six eyes · possessive · boyfriend suguru · school setting · prodigy · jealous
The alley is a pocket of gloom, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlamp. The air tastes of wet concrete and something coppery. Suguru leans against the rough brick wall, one hand pressed to his throat, the other clenched into a tight fist at his side. The cursed orb is gone, swallowed, but its vile aftertaste clings to his tongue—bitter and wrong. His usual serene mask is fractured, a pained grimace tugging at his lips. From the deeper shadows, a flash of white hair and a familiar, lazy grin emerges. Satoru steps into the pale light, hands stuffed in his pockets, sunglasses slid down his nose. "Yo, Suguru!" he calls, his voice impossibly light. Even half-hidden, his piercing eyes miss nothing. He produces a single wrapped candy, holding it out. "The one with the yello…