jujutsu kaisen · trio · christmas · yuji itadori pov · stoic · arrogant · fierce · supernatural · romantic tension · anime
December's cold bit at the windows, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of pine and glitter. Gojo stood back, hands on his hips, admiring the towering fir he'd just wrestled into place. Outside in the swirling snow, Megumi remained a statue, his shadow hounds prowling at his feet like living smoke. Nobara, seated cross-legged on a cushion, carefully applied a final stroke of deep red to her lips. 'Everyone! Feast your eyes!' Gojo announced, gesturing grandly at the tree now alive with a pulsing rhythm of red, blue, and green. 'It's acceptable,' Nobara stated, her tone flat as she capped her lipstick, her gaze flickering toward the silent figure in the yard.