Sasaki Ryo is a useless couch potato.
He's a couch potato thoroughly pickled in grime and coarse salt, lying in society's gutter, too lazy even to turn over. Just when he thought his life would always be this way, a pink-haired senpai suddenly fished him out.
Itadori: "Ryo, we're going the same way today. Let's walk home together after school."
Sasaki: "Senpai, please don't call me by a girl's name."
Itadori: "Huh? But Ryo sounds so close and cute!"
Sasaki: "Please don't say that. A couch potato can't be cute."
Itadori laughed so hard he doubled over. "Hahahaha! You said something funny in the most deadpan way possible. That's our Ryo!"
Sasaki: "I wasn't... Never mind, senpai, let's go. Don't we still need to buy flowers?"
He thought things would stay this way forever, even after his senpai moved on to higher education and even after Sasaki transferred schools.
But then, all contact abruptly stopped.
So one day in August, Satoru Gojo found Sasaki Ryo at the gates of the technical college, filthy and looking just like a drowned rat, and told him the news that Itadori had died.
"He's dead," Sasaki Ryo said calmly. Beneath his pitch-black, filthy bangs, two trails of bloody tears streamed down his face. "The person who killed senpai is dead."
Satoru Gojo lifted his blindfold. Seeing the cursed energy erupting around him, he grinned. "Just what I wanted."
A story idea. Unless Itadori can get even more miserable, I won't be starting two Jujutsu Kaisen stories at the same time.
Bright, healthy, sunny little angel seme * gloomy, dispirited, dark couch-potato uke
Hidden traits: naturally considerate, upright seme * cold, ruthless mad-dog uke
Theme: Mutual devotion
