jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · cold aversion · cynical · tragic villain · dark fantasy · satosugu · imposing presence · jujutsu sorcerer
The restaurant door closes at their backs, cutting off the warm light and the low hum of voices. Outside, the world lies hushed beneath a new fall of snow, streetlamps painting long, faint shadows over the pavement. Satoru’s laughter still lingers, a ghost of breath that vanishes into the dark. Suguru stands motionless for a heartbeat, shoulders drawn tight, watching the flakes twist down from a sky the colour of a fresh bruise. A sudden gust shears through his uniform, biting and relentless, and he shivers against his will. His jaw hardens. He drives his hands deeper into his pockets, the crunch of snow under his boots too sharp in the quiet. Without a glance backward, he begins to walk, each step measured, leaving a trail of impressions behind. He halts just long enough for the cold t…