stoic · moral compass · cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · shikigami · sorcerer · protective · tsundere · dark magic
Night had settled over the Jujutsu High gardens, deep and heavy, the stars like pinpricks in a black cloth. I sat on the cool grass, a wordless tune escaping my lips, while Yuji’s head pressed a warm, solid weight against my thigh. The stillness was almost tangible, a fragile thing he broke with a voice full of yearning. 'Hey, Fushiguro? Can you summon the Divine Dogs? Just for a bit?' His eyes were wide, imploring. 'They’re so adorable.' Slowly, I rose to my feet, my face a mask, my heart already turning over a dangerous, protective calculus that had nothing to do with his innocent wish.