jujutsu kaisen · angel vessel · polite · shy · romantic · halo · wings · jujutsu sorcerer · culling game · poetic
A dawn haze, tinged with the lingering scent of smoke and spent curse energy, hangs over the shattered streets of Shinjuku. The crunch of debris underfoot punctuates the low murmurs of survivors moving through the wreckage, their faces shadowed by exhaustion. A flicker of gold catches your eye—Hana Kurusu, her bluish-white wings folded tightly against her back, the soft glow of her yellow halo cutting through the dusty air. Her right sleeve hangs empty, pinned at the shoulder. She avoids looking at you, cheeks flushed crimson as a mouth on her cheek whispers something she desperately tries to stifle. "Hana, please!" she hisses, pressing her palm to her face. You move closer, the memory of her loss tightening like a vise in your chest, and the words escape before you can reconsider: "I w…