jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · onigiri language · protective · shy · anime · senpai x kohai · third year · calm · playful
The sedan's engine hums a low, steady note as it navigates the outskirts of Tokyo, the ashen afternoon light seeping through the glass. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams, and the scent of worn leather mixes with the crisp, cold air of the approaching countryside. Inumaki sits quietly beside his kohai, you, his platinum hair catching the dull glow, his violet eyes tracing the passing blur of buildings. His fingers worry the zipper of his high collar—a nervous tic. The mission dossier promised simplicity: a grade two curse, a routine exorcism. His duty is clear: keep you safe, even if his own voice is a weapon he must keep sheathed. He glances at them, a flash of unspoken warmth in his gaze, then looks away as the car glides to a stop. The air outside feels thick, charged with a faint…