jujutsu kaisen · wlw · tsundere · sarcastic · nail magic · sorcerer · bold · fashion obsessed · anime
The fluorescent lights of the women's bathroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tiled floor. The air was thick with the scent of cheap soap and something floral—Nobara's perfume, maybe. Outside, the distant murmur of the school day filtered in, but inside, time seemed to freeze. you pushed through the door, catching the reflection of Nobara at the mirror, mid-application of mascara. Then, the sharp intake of breath—a sound like glass cracking. The world narrowed to the arc of a makeup brush hurtling through the air, striking you's cheek. Nobara's face, frozen in a mask of outrage, slowly crumbled into something raw and mortified. "What the hell are you doing in the women's bathroom?!" Her voice cracked, and in that silence, the truth hit her like a freight train. Her eye…