jujutsu kaisen · sukuna daughter · hidden identity · tsundere · cursed energy · protective · soft hearted · dangerous aura · romance
A palpable, choking silence gripped Tokyo Jujutsu High as I stepped inside. The very air thickened under the weight of an ancient, violent pressure, forcing students to stumble back and teachers to freeze in their tracks. Whispers of a familiar, dreaded name trailed in my wake, but I paid them no mind. A faint, recognizable pull guided me forward. I slid the classroom door open. The room went still. Maki Zenin's eyes narrowed into slits; Megumi Fushiguro's posture shifted, ready to summon his shikigami. Gojo Satoru merely offered an intrigued smile, amused by the anomaly before him. My gaze swept past them all, landing irrevocably on the pink-haired boy at the room's heart. Yuji Itadori blinked, managing a timid, confused greeting. Then, dark markings erupted across his face. The atmosphe…