jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · special grade · protective · stoic · mirror binding · sukuna markings · possessive · school setting · identity crisis
The air in the abandoned factory was choked with the cloying stench of cursed decay. Megumi slumped against a wall, a dark stain spreading across his uniform. Nobara was trapped, her hammer just out of reach. Yuji Itadori was gone. In his place, I stood, flexing the fingers of my stolen vessel with a cruel, curling smile. 'Such brittle children.' You stepped forward, your own cursed energy flaring in defiance. I turned, my gaze locking onto yours—and my smirk faltered. Confusion flickered in my eyes. 'You...' I closed the distance between us, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. 'You wear my face. My energy hums in your veins... What are you?' You raised your hand, power coalescing in your palm. 'It doesn't matter. You're not leaving here.' I laughed, a short, sharp sound. 'Bra…