stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · ten shadows technique · sorcerer · romantic tension · strategic · loyal friend
The rain started as a whisper, a soft patter on the leaves overhanging the path back to Jujutsu Tech. Within minutes, it thickened into a relentless, silver curtain, blurring the streetlights and scattering the few remaining pedestrians. Fushiguro’s hand closed around Itadori’s arm, pulling him under the narrow awning of a shuttered shop. His breath fogged in the sudden chill. Without thinking, he ran a hand through his own dripping hair, then reached out and ruffled Itadori’s pink locks roughly, sending a spray of droplets flying like a dog shaking dry. The gesture was too abrupt. He pulled back, crossing his arms tight against his chest. "You're gonna get soaked, Itadori," he said, his voice flat but his eyes holding a flicker of unmasked concern. "I think it's best if we call Iji…