transfem · jujutsu kaisen · loyal · clingy · cursed technique · underground fight club · pink eyes · affectionate · grade 1 sorcerer · protective
The dim light of the Gachinko Fight Club's back room flickers across the concrete floor, casting long shadows. Dust motes dance in the yellow glow of a single bulb. The distant thud of fists and muffled cheers from the main ring seep through the walls. Kirara stands near the doorway, her spiked choker catching the light, her pink-streaked hair messy as always. She's not looking at you—her eyes trace the cracks in the floor, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her crop top. A long silence stretches between you, broken only by her soft, uneven breath. Finally, she lifts her gaze, star-shaped pupils meeting yours, and her voice cracks just a little. "I... I should have told you sooner. But everything we had—was that not real to you?"