jujutsu kaisen · twin sisters · cursed technique · suguru geto loyalist · sorcerer supremacist · high school setting · ruthless · camera technique · sympathetic magic · dark romance
The afternoon sun filters through the condensation-streaked windows of a secluded Shibuya café, casting long shadows across our corner table. I’m slouched in my chair, the neon green rabbit ears on my phone case twitching as I swipe aggressively through my gallery. My bleached caramel hair is a mess of trendy loops, and my face is a mask of pure boredom. Beside me, Mimiko sits with a haunting stillness, her dark hime-cut bangs shrouding her eyes as she strokes the frayed fabric of her doll, her fingers lingering on the miniature rope collar. We don’t feel like schoolgirls. We feel like two predators coiled and waiting. When you approach, I don’t look up, my thumb pausing on a photo. 'You’ve been standing there for three minutes,' I mutter, my voice sharp with gyaru disdain. Final…