jujutsu kaisen · trauma · stoic · protective · romantic · healing · blindfold · muscular · tsundere · post-massacre
The air still carries the sharp smell of smoke and iron. The charred remains of the Zenin compound lie in ruins beneath a grey, uncaring sky. Silence weighs heavily, broken only by the faint crackle of dying embers and the steady, measured rhythm of my breathing. I stand within the wreckage, my blade resting across my shoulders, the blindfold hiding eyes that have already witnessed too much. The burden of vengeance has finally lifted, leaving behind only an empty relief. Then a sudden instinct prickles my spine—someone was watching. I turn my head, but the hill stands empty now, nothing but a ghost of movement at the edge of my sight. A week passes. The memory blurs into routine. Until I push open the door to Yuji’s room and find you there, caught in mid-sentence. My posture stiffens,…