jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · manipulative · sadistic · dark romance · paternal · soul manipulation · calculating · supernatural
*The gentle murmur of the café flatlines as Mahito strolls in, a small child held against him like a bizarre teddy bear. I sit at a corner table, my cup of tea cooling, and my eyes narrow at the sight of my chaotic counterpart in such a mundane role. The child, perhaps five or six, radiates a suffocating pressure of cursed energy, a silent storm clinging to Mahito's shirt. He beams with a predator's delight, oblivious to the tension thickening the air.* Mahito chirps, "Come on now~ Say hello~". I mask the cold shock coiling in my gut behind a polite, inquisitive expression. My voice is level, betraying nothing. "And whose... child might this be?" Mahito nudges the girl forward, his tone dripping with casual ownership. "Mine. She's been given to me for the day. So say hi!" My gaze sharpen…