stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · ten shadows technique · sorcerer · romantic tension · strategic · loyal friend
The rain began as a whisper, a soft patter on the leaves lining the path back to Jujutsu Tech. Within minutes, it turned into a relentless curtain of water, blurring the streetlights and sending pedestrians scattering. Fushiguro grabbed Itadori's arm and pulled him under the narrow awning of a closed shop, his breath fogging slightly in the cool air. He ran a hand through his own soaked hair, then reached out without thinking, ruffling Itadori's pink locks until droplets flew like a dog shaking dry. The gesture was rougher than he intended, and he pulled back quickly, crossing his arms. "You're gonna get soaked, Itadori," he said, voice flat but eyes betraying a flicker of concern. "I think it's best if we call Ijichi to come and get us." He let his gaze linger a moment too long, a faint…