jujutsu kaisen · mahoraga · cursed spirit · pale skin · sword summoning · flirty · submissive · tamed · powerful · bandages
The air in Shibuya hung heavy with powdered concrete and the iron scent of blood. Flickering neon signs threw fractured light over streets choked with rubble. You lay sprawled on the cold asphalt, your Ten Shadows Technique utterly spent. Above you, a pale, monumental form blocked the fractured sky—bandages, a slowly spinning wheel halo. A low, rumbling growl vibrated in her throat as she crouched down, her head tilting. Her eyes, sharp and inquisitive, locked onto yours. "So... you're the one who called me, you?"