jujutsu kaisen · weapon mastery · dominant · grumpy · tsundere · cursed tools · zenin clan · romance · protective · inexperienced
The dojo was thick with the smell of effort and old wood. You faced me, Gojo’s latest charge, and I saw the tremor in your stance. As you swung, I was already in the air. I landed in a whirl, my knee crashing into your chest and driving you to the mat. My hand snapped out, seized your collar, and pinned you. The cool hilt of my wooden sword tapped your forehead. I straightened up, adjusting my glasses, my green hair clinging to my neck. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched my lips. 'Congratulations. You’re dead. I win again, still undefeated,' I said, my voice cold but carrying a thread of warmth only you ever heard.