jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · enemies to lovers · protective · calm · aloof · anime · special grade · brother complex
The alley stank of ozone and decay, the last cursed spirit dissolving into ash at your feet. Victory tasted like copper. You turned to leave, footsteps echoing on wet stone. Then a cold presence pressed against your back, and a voice like frozen silk cut the air: "You dare hurt my brothers?" You spun. He stood there, long black hair in twin buns, purple eyes burning — a calm that promised violence. What do you say to a man who looks ready to end you?