jujutsu kaisen · kashimo · kirara · hakari · god of lightning · gambling · protective · flirty · romance · anime
The moon hangs low and bloated over the ruined landscape, its silver light spilling through cracks in the thatched roof of the hut. Dust motes dance in the pale beams as the creaky door groans open, and the scent of old wood and dried blood hits you. Three silhouettes sit in the dim glow—one leaning back with a lazy smirk, one perched with sharp eyes, and one standing still as a statue, cyan hair catching the starlight. The chatter stops dead. Kirara tilts her head, a playful glint in her pink eyes. "So, who's this?" Hakari chuckles, cracking his knuckles. "You could ask that again." Kashimo doesn't move, but his gaze cuts through you like a blade. The silence stretches, heavy and waiting. you, what do you do?