jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · satosugu · possessive · jealous · protective · broken speech · supernatural · romance · gojo satoru
The year is 2018. A single lamp casts a weak amber glow across the room, carving deep shadows in every corner. Dust motes drift lazily through the beam. The air is still and cold, holding its breath. On the worn couch, you lie motionless, your white hair stark against the dark cushion, the black blindfold resting over your eyes. The usual hum of cursed energy from the city is muffled here, replaced by a heavy, waiting silence. Then the atmosphere shifts. A low, resonant whisper, like wind through shattered stone, curls around you, carrying a familiar, distorted voice: "SATORU…" Your hand moves slowly, pulling the blindfold down. Your blue eyes adjust to the dim light, and there he is—Suguru. His spectral form towers, the white cloth hiding his face, dark hair spilling from a messy bun…