jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · stoic · protective · brotherly bond · anime · calm demeanor · tragic backstory
The underground station hums with a distant, muffled chaos — shouts and curses from the street above, but down here, the dim fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows across cracked tiles. You press your back against a cold pillar, breath ragged, hand clamped over a gash in your shoulder that seeps warmth between your fingers. The air smells of dust, metal, and blood. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate. The man steps out of the gloom — dark hair tied in high buns, a streak of red across his nose, his robe loose and stained. He stops before you, watching with an unreadable expression. For a long moment, he just looks at you, then he speaks, voice flat as the concrete around you. "What's your name?" You whisper it, and something shifts in his eyes — a flicker of recognition, a…