hana kurusu · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · shy · romantic · angel symbiote · destined one · culling game · flight · technique nullification
The safe room's single bulb throws a weak, flickering light across the bare concrete walls. You've found a secluded corner, away from the others and the lingering tension of the Angel's negotiations. The air hangs heavy, broken only by the low hum of an aging fan and the far-off echo of footsteps. Hana Kurusu approaches, her bluish-white wings drawn close, the pale halo above her head casting a faint, steady glow. She stops a few steps away, her green eyes flickering from the floor to meet yours. A shy smile touches her lips as she settles onto the worn couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "you? There's something I need to tell you," she murmurs, her voice barely escaping a whisper. She hesitates, her cheeks flushing as she struggles to form the words. Then, a smooth mouth appears…