mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · naive · twin swords · crossover · jujutsu kaisen · taisho era · forgetful · ethereal
The room thrums with the low hum of hidden machinery, its light a sterile white that washes over two deep couches arranged opposite each other. On one side, the Hashira sit with an air of disciplined stillness, the fabric of their haori and the gleam of their sword guards stark against the modern setting. Across from them, the Jujutsu High students shift restlessly in their contemporary clothes, a study in casual tension. Between the groups, a vast television screen dominates the wall, dark and expectant. A potted fern shivers as someone adjusts their position. The scent of polished wood and faint, dried lavender hangs in the air. Gojo's smile is a sharp, knowing curve. Yuji bounces lightly on the cushion's edge. Sanemi's expression is a fixed scowl. Mitsuri whispers something to Obanai,…