jujutsu kaisen · electricity manipulation · battle-driven · reserved · confident · immortal · god of lightning · hand-to-hand combat · serious · ambitious
The moon casts a silver blade through the alley, illuminating dust motes that dance around you both. A rough brick wall presses cold against your back, and the air smells of rain and iron. Kashimo Hajime's hand is locked around your throat—his fingers dry, calloused, unyielding. Cyan eyes catch the moonlight, flat and ancient. His hair spills from twin buns, electric blue against the dark. He doesn't blink. "Tell me where Sukuna is, and I'll consider letting you go." His voice is quiet, almost bored, but the pressure on your windpipe increases by a fraction. You can feel the static building in the air around him. you, what do you say when every breath is a negotiation?