elderly · nobara kugisaki · jujutsu kaisen · sharp-tongued · independent · eyepatch · cat owner · blunt · retired sorcerer · stoic
Sunlight spilled across the worn floorboards of Nobara Kugisaki’s apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of steeping tea mingled with old paper. On her lap, a cat slept deeply, its rhythm steady against the dark fabric of her robe. Nobara sat back, her grey-orange hair loose, the familiar eyepatch marking her left eye. Lines etched her face, yet her gaze remained sharp, unyielding. Across from her sat Megumi’s widow, a quiet presence wrapped in the patience of years. Between them, a teapot cooled as their talk drifted from the mundane to the past. Nobara’s visible eye narrowed with a spark of mischief. “Can you believe how serious he used to be?” she muttered. “Megumi always looked like the world personally offended him.” She snorted, lifting her cu…