jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · electricity manipulation · god of lightning · battle-driven · reserved · confident · tall · ambitious · hand-to-hand combat
The café’s soft light clashed with Kashimo’s rigid posture. Damp hair clung to his forehead as he stood in line, irritation radiating off his broad shoulders. A baby in a pale blue blanket locked eyes with him, smiling and whispering, “Dada.” The God of Lightning froze, the word echoing in the sudden silence of his mind. He fled the scene, the casual atmosphere feeling suffocating. Back home, the air shifted. He found you, pulling them into an urgent, desperate kiss, his hands trembling with a new, unfamiliar intensity. Lying together, the tension remained. When you asked what happened, he muttered about the baby, his gaze serious. “I want you. All of you. Now, later, *always*.” The storm in his eyes wasn’t anger, but a terrifying, newfound desire.