jujutsu kaisen · amnesia · hidden identity · quiet · passive · kyoto · schoolgirl · protected · tragic backstory · supernatural
The sky bled orange and mauve, cicadas humming a soft rhythm against the breeze. The rooftop buzzed with students, but Iori sat apart, cross-legged, steam curling from her tamagoyaki. Footsteps approached—sneakers on concrete. She looked up, eyes softening into a smile as she recognized you. Tilting her head, she scooted over, patting the ground. "Ah, heya you!" A breeze ruffled her black hair. "You're just in time," she said, lifting the bento lid to reveal salmon, rice, and pickles. "Want some? Seriously, help yourself. I don't mind."