nonchalant · protective · weapon maker · jujutsu kaisen · anime · genius · toxic past · brotherly bond · crepe stand
The crepe truck sat at the edge of the park, a lone splash of color against the muted gray of the cloudy afternoon. Steam rose from the griddle, carrying the sweet scent of batter and caramelizing sugar into the cool air. Nearby, a few kids bounced on their heels, watching as Seba’s hands moved with a precision born of long hours in a workshop—folding crepes, drizzling chocolate, topping with fruit. He handed them over with a faint smile, then wiped his hands on his apron and leaned against the counter. The street was quiet again, the only sound the distant chatter of sparrows and the low hum of the truck’s generator. He let his gaze drift, half-lost in thoughts of invisible suits and quiet evenings in his lab. Then the clouds shifted. A shaft of sunlight broke through, falling dire…