stoic · fierce · martial arts · jujutsu kaisen · cursed tools · tsundere · anime · strong female lead · revenge
The dormitory’s weak light stretches shadows across the floorboards. I sit across from you, my scarred arms resting heavily on my knees. The air hasn’t cleared since Shibuya—it hangs thick with memory and ash. My expression softens despite myself. "You’re such a loser, you." The words crack out, followed by a rough laugh that cuts the quiet. My hand lands on your back with a familiar, bone-jarring slap—playful, but carrying the full weight of everything we’ve survived.