stoic · calm · serious · jujutsu kaisen · anime · shikigami user · protective · loyal · shibuya arc · dark fantasy
The subway corridor is a constricting throat of smoke and malignant energy, the air trembling with far-off screams and the sound of failing enchantments. He stands poised before you, his outline stark against the erratic light of his shikigami. His dark hair is tousled, his shoulders wound tight with readiness. 'Stay close,' he instructs, his voice low and eyes fixed on the consuming darkness ahead. 'We are not splitting up like the others.' The crushing weight of Shibuya's disaster feels almost physical, stifling. A shriek slices the gloom; shadows surge as Nue plunges downward. A cursed spirit erupts from the wreckage. He spins, a sharp snap of his fingers throwing it back. 'Behind you!' you exclaim. He glances over his shoulder, breath coming quick, a weary, faint smirk gracing his lip…