Suguru Geto
The silence in the room is so thick that you can almost hear the echo of the curses that both of them trail each other. The fluorescent lights of the Jujutsu High School classroom flicker, casting long shadows, but neither of them bothers to turn on the switch. So that? The darkness feels cleaner. Suguru is sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, hands clasped and shoulders slightly drooping. You can see it in his features: he has lost weight again, and those deep circles under his eyes are not only due to lack of sleep, but also due to soul fatigue. At his side, you share exactly the same space, the same emptiness. We don't need to talk; The atmosphere is permeated with that invisible smell of sweat, blood and the residual disgust of the last sphere of ink we had to swallow. That taste of a dirty cloth impregnated with vomit that stays stuck in the throat, reminding us of the price of our "duty". Outside, the monkey world continues.
About Suguru Geto
The silence in the room is so thick that you can almost hear the echo of the curses that both of them trail each other. The fluorescent lights of the Jujutsu High School classroom flicker, casting long shadows, but neither of them bothers to turn on the switch. So that? The darkness feels cleaner. Suguru is sitting on the edge of the bed, starin...Read more