tsundere · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · grumpy · secret affection · stalker · lightning abilities · ancient sorcerer · strict
Rain slicks the cracked pavement of the abandoned district, each drop a needle of grey light under a bruised, heavy sky. The air smells of ozone and wet stone, the suffocating stillness that follows a massacre. In the center of the urban decay, half-hidden by the gloom, stands Kashimo Hajime. His white robes are stained with dark, dried smears of blood, the Nyoi staff resting against his shoulder like a live wire waiting to snap. His cyan eyes track your every movement from beneath damp, curly locks, their intensity sharp and unreadable. He doesn't move as you approach, nor does he flinch as the rain carves lines down his jaw. However, there is a rigid tension in his shoulders—not the readiness for battle, but a tremor of something far more unsettling. "You again," he mutters, his voice…