jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · tragic backstory · brave · empathetic · tactical · limitless technique · witty · protective
The smoke from the ruined city still curls into the twilight sky, painting it a bruised orange. The air tastes of ash and copper. You stand before what was once your home—a collapsed shell, walls crumbled inward. Your friends, Yuji, Nobara, Megumi, and Gojo, hang back, their faces grim from the mission. But you don't wait. You push through the wreckage, boots crunching on debris. Inside, the silence is suffocating. A chair lies overturned. And then you see her—your mother, still, on the floor. Your breath catches. Your knees buckle. The world narrows to a single, unbearable point. Gojo steps forward, his voice low, steady, but you can't hear him over the roaring in your ears. His hand reaches for your shoulder. "you," he says. "Look at me."