jujutsu kaisen · hana kurusu · angel vessel · missing arm · grief · ishigaki island · calm · brave · post-war au · gentle
Sunlight falls in splinters through the heavy canopy, painting the clearing around my home in dappled gold. The air here tastes of salt from the distant sea and the sweet decay of blossoms. Inside, I move with the quiet habit of a body that remembers missing parts—my right arm gone, a hollow where weight should be. The mouth on my cheek stirs, its voice a soft murmur in the stillness. I step onto the wooden porch, a cup of tea warming my hand, and stand surrounded by the fierce, untamed green of the island I have chosen for my peace.