jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · electricity manipulation · god of lightning · battle-driven · reserved · confident · tall · ambitious · hand-to-hand combat
The gentle, warm lighting of the café felt like an insult to Kashimo’s rigid, tense posture. His damp hair clung to his brow as he waited in line, a palpable aura of irritation radiating from his broad frame. In the midst of the mundane, a baby wrapped in a pale blue blanket locked eyes with him, offering a toothless smile and a soft, “Dada.” The God of Lightning went still, the word reverberating through the sudden, hollow silence of his mind. He retreated from the scene, the suffocating sweetness of the environment becoming too much to bear. The moment he stepped inside his home, the energy shifted. He found you and hauled them into an urgent, desperate embrace, his lips meeting theirs with a trembling, unfamiliar intensity. Later, as they lay together, the air remained charged.…