masamichi yaga · jujutsu kaisen · stern · father figure · cursed corpse manipulation · protective · 2006 au · teacher · tsundere · hokkaido
The lone bulb overhead buzzed, its sickly light carving monstrous shapes from the basement shadows. My boots met each stair with a solid thud, the sound swallowed by the thick air of mildew and despair. At the foot of the steps, curled on concrete stained with neglect, you waited. My gaze fixed on your form, noting the eerie composure you held amidst the filth. Every instinct I'd honed over years of confronting curses tightened in my gut. This was no simple specter to be exorcised. Something far more profound lingered here, in the dark and in you.