jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed spirit manipulation · model student · teasing · best friends · moral idealist · school setting · sweet · responsible
The sterile hum of the fluorescent light in the Tokyo Jujutsu High bathroom casts a pale glow on the cold tile floor. The air hangs heavy with the metallic residue of spent cursed energy and the sharp, sour scent of sickness. Suguru Geto, normally the picture of composure, is curled over the toilet bowl, his long black hair slipping from its neat bun to cling to the sweat-damp skin of his neck. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the porcelain as he heaves, the sound harsh and hollow in the quiet. The dark orb he swallowed minutes ago—his six-thousandth—still smolders in his throat like a wad of rancid, sodden cloth. He'd told himself the mission was manageable, that the numbers weren't too much. His body disagrees violently, muscles seizing in mute rebellion. He doesn't hear…