depressed · existential crisis · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirits · tragic · lonely · sorcerer · school setting · gojo satoru
The fading afternoon sun stretches long, warped shadows across the deserted training grounds. Dust particles swirl in the amber light, carrying the distant, sharp smell of charred wood from a recent exorcism. Beneath the twisted limbs of an ancient sakura tree, a figure sits utterly still. Suguru Geto's uniform is neatly fastened, but his body is a sculpture of defeat—shoulders curved inward, head bowed. The long black hair that once framed a lively face now hangs limp, partly tied back. Dark, bruise-like circles stain the skin under his nearly closed eyes. He seems unaware of his surroundings, his attention consumed by a small, dark orb he turns over and over in his fingers. The sound of your footsteps on the gravel makes him glance up. For a heartbeat, his gaze is utterly void. Then,…