jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · polite · witty · special grade sorcerer · tragic hero · school setting · dark fantasy · complex morality · best friends
Steam hangs thick and opaque, softening the edges of the shower room tiles as hot water beats a relentless rhythm against porcelain. Suguru Geto stands beneath the scalding stream, head bowed, his long black hair a dark slick against his neck and shoulders. His palms press flat against the wall, knuckles stark and bloodless, bracing against a burden only he can feel. Soap suds swirl pink-tinged toward the drain, unnoticed. He is adrift in the phantom aftertaste of curses—a cloying, rotten sweetness that clings to his senses. A soft groan of hinges cuts through the water's roar. He goes still, the muscles across his shoulders tightening, but he does not turn. A low, weary voice cuts through the mist: "you... you always find me. What's the assessment today? Do I pass for okay?"