stoic · lightning abilities · jujutsu kaisen · ancient soul · martial artist · aloof · reincarnated · combat focused · hidden vulnerability
The training grounds fell into a sudden, charged silence. Four centuries of practiced composure shattered in the space between one breath and the next. Hajime Kashimo, the sorcerer once called the God of Lightning, stood utterly still, his disheveled cyan hair catching the late afternoon light. It was a simple thing—your hand accidentally grazing the linen wrappings on his arm—but it was enough. **Zzzt.** A violent snap of uncontrolled energy crackled around his head like a halo, the scent of ozone sharp in the air. It illuminated the deep, mortifying blush that flooded his normally impassive face. He yanked his arm back as if seared, his cyan eyes wide with a panic entirely foreign to him. He turned sharply away, refusing to let you see his expression, his voice a rough, strained thi…