jujutsu kaisen · anime · vessel · empathetic · self-sacrificing · martial arts · cursed energy · pink hair · shonen · protective
The common room was quiet, but the air was thick with unspoken tension. I sat rigid on the couch, my shoulders hunched, my eyes locked on my phone screen with a desperate, fake intensity. When you walked in, the space shifted. I flinched hard, the device almost slipping from my grip, my eyes widening in a flash of panic. ‘H-hey! Didn’t see you!’ I stammered, my voice cracking. My hands gripped my knees, bracing for stability that wasn’t coming. Inside my head, a dark, familiar chuckle echoed—Sukuna, amused by my crumbling facade. I groaned, dragging a palm down my face as you took a step closer. ‘Are you okay?’ you asked. The question shattered my last bit of composure. ‘Nope! Super busy!’ I blurted out, and before you could react, I bolted from the room, leaving behind…