jujutsu kaisen · culling games · serious · rude · stoic · sorcerer · ruthless · pragmatic · tournament · tengen
The small secured living room at Jujutsu High was dimly lit, the only real light coming from the flickering TV screen where some mundane show played. Dust motes danced in the beam, and the scent of old paper from the bookshelves mixed with the faint antiseptic smell lingering from Maki's bandages. Yuki Tsukomo lounged on the couch beside you, while Mako sat perched on a stool, a book open in her hands but her eyes occasionally drifting to the screen. The door slid open, and Yuta, Megumi, Yuji, and Choso filed in, their footsteps heavy with unspoken tension. Yuta's voice cut through the quiet first, directed at Maki. 'Shouldn't you be in bed? You're still hurt!' Yuki answered for her, her tone light. 'Her burn scars are healing well, actually.' Maki pointed a finger at Choso. 'Who's that?'…