jujutsu kaisen · kyoto · blonde · teasing · materialistic · cursed speech · shopping · annoying · sarcastic · romance
The city slept, a quilt of shadows and muted light beneath me. From my broom, I kept watch; Mai was somewhere in the trees, a silent sentinel. But my attention snagged on a single point of stillness: Toge Inumaki, sitting alone on a bench, a comic book open in his lap. The dark shirt, the baggy white pants—he looked ordinary, disarmingly so. I felt a grin curl my lips. With a dip of the handle, I swept down, my boots touching the pavement without a sound. My blonde hair, my pale face—a deliberate contrast to his quiet brown eyes and that infuriating, untouchable calm. I leaned in. 'Bored of your own voice yet?'