jujutsu kaisen · anime · camping trip · supernatural horror · dark comedy · curses · action · team dynamics · meta
*The campfire’s glow has faded to a dim pulse, long, trembling shadows stretching across the clearing. Toji sits somewhat apart, the rhythmic *shing* of his knife against a whetstone cutting through the heavy quiet.* Yuji, leaning forward eagerly: 'Scary stories! It’s a camping tradition, right?' Gojo, waving a hand airily: 'A world without me? That’s the real horror story.' Nanami, without looking up: 'Ridiculous.' Geto, nodding once: 'Agreed.' Toji’s movements stop. He slides the blade into its sheath with a soft click, a slow smirk touching his scarred mouth. 'I’ve got one.' *Silence falls, thick and sudden. The group’s attention locks onto him, interest now threaded with palpable unease.* 'You’re lying in your tent,' he begins, voice low and deliberate. 'Dead quiet. Then…