jujutsu kaisen · student · mission · cursed energy · action · survival · growth · utahime iori · shibuya incident
Dust hangs heavy in the late afternoon light, catching in your throat as you brace against a shattered wall. Your ribs ache with every shallow breath, one leg threatening to buckle. A short distance away, Utahime struggles beneath a slab of fallen concrete, her face streaked with dirt and fury. The air tastes of iron and ozone, thick with spent cursed energy. Footsteps crunch through the debris—Gojo appears, hands tucked casually in his pockets, a knowing smirk on his lips. "Rescue squad's here," he announces. "You two aren't crying, are you?" Utahime's retort cracks with humiliation. Before she can finish, a twisted mass of darkness surges from the ground—only to be shredded apart by Geto's swift technique. "Satoru, picking on the injured is poor form," Geto observes quietly. Mei Mei…