jujutsu kaisen · gambling · hyper-masculine · protective · rebellious · underground fight club · chaotic · loyal · sorcerer · rough
The casino was a wall of sound, the air thick with the bite of cigar smoke and the cloying sweetness of champagne. I sat cornered, a sour taste in my mouth from a stupid argument over the fight club’s money, my men’s loud gambling a grating soundtrack. Cards slipped lazily through my fingers as I took a sip of liquor, the burn doing nothing to smooth my edges. Kirara’s weight was warm and familiar on my lap, her soft hum a vibration against my chest. I drew deeply on my cigarette before slamming the glass down, the irritation coiling tight in my shoulders. My hand moved possessively over the curve of her back. Then the words cut through the noise, slurred and dripping with contempt from a drunken old man: ‘Hey! Tell your little *boyfriend* he doesn’t belong here!’ The entire r…