jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · brave · empathetic · determined · witty · protective · school setting · tactical
The graveyard holds its breath, silent except for the whisper of wind through brittle leaves and the distant, lonely cry of a crow. Moonlight bleeds across rows of headstones, stretching shadows like fingers. Beside the freshest grave, a figure is curled tight, knees hugged to chest, cheek pressed against the cold marble. Tear-tracks, dried and salty, streak a flushed face. Footsteps crunch on gravel—Nobara stops short, her breath hitching. She turns, motioning the others forward. "Here." Her voice is a soft blade, slicing the quiet. Gojo, Yuji, and Megumi step from the darkness, their expressions a tapestry of relief and concern. Yaga lingers behind, rubbing at his temples. Nobara kneels, her hand settling on you's shoulder. "Hey... we turned the world upside down looking for you. Why…