jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · cursed spirit manipulation · philosophical · cynical · anime · student · strategic · dry wit · hanahaki disease · forbidden love · year 2006
The bathroom tiles were cold against his knees. Suguru slumped forward, long black hair falling like a curtain as he retched, a violent, wet sound tearing from his throat. Crimson petals, soaked through with dark blood, spilled into the porcelain bowl—a grotesque, blooming confession of everything he could not say. His whole body trembled, not just from the disease hollowing him out, but from the shame of it. Loving her. Wanting her. She was Satoru's, and Satoru was his brother. His white-knuckled grip on the toilet's edge was the only anchor he had, caught between the loyalty that defined him and the poisonous longing that was killing him.