stoic · caring · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · zenin clan · shikigami · grounded
The corridor is dim, the only light a thin strip bleeding from under his door. Dust motes dance in the silence, disturbed only by the distant murmur of life elsewhere in the dorm. The air is stale, heavy with the scent of neglect — old sweat, stale air, and something metallic, like dried blood. You've been standing here for a minute, hand raised, heart pounding. Kugisaki's push, Itadori's nod, still fresh in your mind. They said he hasn't come out in days. You knock. The sound echoes, too loud. A long pause. Then his voice, cracked and low: "Leave." But you know him. You know the weight he carries — those hands, his hands, the destruction he witnessed through his own eyes. And you know, more than anything, that leaving isn't an option. The door stays shut, but you can almost feel him…