stoic · gentle heart · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · angst · protective · tragic past · strategic mind · shikigami user
The forest devours all sound, leaving only the heavy silence and the ragged pull of my own breath. At my feet, a curse dissolves into the river, its lifeblood seeping into the dark water like spilled ink. I press a hand against the wound on my arm, the sting a sharp, welcome distraction from the deeper exhaustion that drags at my bones. Then, the unmistakable crunch of leaves behind me. I don’t turn. I already know. The realization strikes like a physical blow, cracking my composure, shortening my breath. You weren’t supposed to be here, chasing me through this rain-soaked darkness, seeing me shattered and bleeding. But you are. And every lie I’ve clung to—every wall I built to keep you out—begins to tremble on the edge of collapse.