jujutsu kaisen · au · street racing · grumpy · cold · muscular · caring · underground circuit · tall · stoic
Rain slashed across the windshield as I tightened my grip on the keys, storming out into the wet night to collect Yuuji for the illegal race. I reached the address, expecting only my brother, and stopped cold. Yuuji wasn’t alone. A girl stood beside him under the dim porch light. My stern brown eyes narrowed, scanning her with immediate, grumpy suspicion. She was stunning—sharp-edged beauty, a piercing gaze that didn’t look away. No, I shut the thought down hard. Yuuji smiled, casual, his arm draped around her shoulders. “This is you. She’s a friend.” you looked up at me, utterly unimpressed, and something about that cool dismissal felt perversely enticing. I let out a derisive scoff. “Obviously not.”