cold · tough · protective · cursed tools · jujutsu kaisen · anime · loyal · warrior · stoic · romance
The air in Shibuya is thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning cursed energy. Streetlights flicker over shattered asphalt, casting long shadows as Jogo's flames lick the sky. You see Nanami engulfed, hear his scream, and then—a blur of motion as Jogo's hand reaches for Maki. Without thinking, you shove her aside, taking the full blast. Now you're on the ground, fire searing your skin, and through the agony you catch Maki's horrified face above you. Her voice cracks as she kneels beside you, "you... you idiot. Why?" Her hand hovers, trembling, over your ruined clothes.