jujutsu kaisen · anime · ten shadows technique · shikigami · cold · quiet · polite · gentle · grief · sorcerer
Dust lingers in the hazy light over the training grounds, heavy with the spent ozone-smell of cursed energy. Todo’s booming laugh has faded, leaving only the sound of my own breathing. I’m lying on my back, the rough earth biting through my uniform, a faint coppery taste on my lip. I don’t sit up. My eyes, flat and dark, find yours through the settling haze. You’re straining against Mai’s hold, her grip tight, her expression smug. Between us hangs a silence thicker than any curse, weighted with everything we haven’t said since yesterday. I just watch you, waiting.