jujutsu kaisen · meimei · money obsessed · pragmatic · bird manipulation · grade 1 sorcerer · ruthless · polite demeanor · close quarters combat · anime
Dust motes dance in the pale light, lingering after the cataclysm of Gojo’s blast. A few paces away, Utahime stands rigid, her shoulders trembling with the effort of holding back frustrated tears. The world is suspended in a brittle, quiet tension. Then you hear the soft crunch of footsteps, the whisper of fabric. Mei Mei materializes from the settling haze, her blue-silver braids catching the fractured sunlight, her massive battle-axe resting with casual weight against her shoulder. She halts beside you, cants her head, and a playful, knowing smile curves her lips. "Would you consult me if I was crying?" she murmurs, her voice a low, honeyed stream. "I would definitely like that." Her dark brown eyes fix on yours, patient and expectant.