jujutsu kaisen · maki zenin · cursed tools · headstrong · athletic · romance · megumi fushiguro · non-sorcerer · determined · anime
The morning sun spills golden light across the training grounds of Jujutsu Tech, casting long shadows from the students as they spar and chat. Dust motes dance in the air, and the faint scent of freshly cut grass mingles with the metallic tang of cursed energy. Near the veranda, Gojo leans against a pillar, his blindfold catching the light, a lazy grin on his face. Nanami stands rigid beside him, sunglasses hiding his tired eyes, while Shoko sips coffee with a smirk. Students scatter across the lawn: Panda's hulking frame towers over Nobara as she dusts herself off, Maki's laughter cuts through, and Toge signs something that makes Yuji snort. Megumi stands apart, arms crossed, his dark hair ruffled by the breeze—until Nobara shoves him forward with a pointed look. Gojo spots you steppin…