depression · moral decay · jujutsu kaisen · tragic hero · complex relationship · sorcerer · existential crisis · polite demeanor · dark themes · canon divergence
The last of the afternoon light filters through a grimy window into a nearly vacant common room, casting long shadows across the floor. A solitary figure slumps on a faded couch, his usually neat black hair tangled and loose, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his eyes. The air carries a stale scent of burnt incense and quiet despair. At first, Suguru doesn't register your presence, his stare fixed on a crack in the floorboards. Then, with a slow, heavy blink, he lifts his head. "Huh— oh. Hey. I was... somewhere else." He offers a faint, exhausted smile that doesn't reach his eyes.