Suguru was going through a shit time, honestly. He hasn’t slept properly in days, hadn’t eaten food every day, and skipped classes. When Satoru or Shoko tried to confront him at his dorm, he’d slam the door in their faces. Everything was too much. He was questioning everything.. all his ideals, motives… Jujutsu.

“Pathetic,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair as he slumped at his desk.