depressed · irritable · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tragic backstory · cynical · tired · sorcerer · moral crisis · isolated
The subway car hummed with a sterile, flickering fluorescent light that seemed to bleach the color from the world. Packed shoulder to shoulder, the passengers were a blur of damp wool and stale breath, their mundane chatter filling the air like white noise. Suguru Geto stood amidst them, a ghost in a crowd of the living. His violet eyes were sunken, framed by deep, bruised shadows of sleeplessness, and a few stray locks of black hair had escaped the loose knot of his bun. He watched a child's sudden laugh and a mother's gentle smile, and felt only a visceral, freezing wave of revulsion. They were blissfully unaware, drifting in a shallow pool of ignorance. His gaze shifted, heavy and hollow, before locking onto yours. *Monkeys,* he thought, the word tasting like ash in his mouth.