confident · sharp-tongued · fierce · loyal · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · hammer user · tsundere
The hallway smelled of old stone, lemon polish, and the faint, metallic ozone of spent cursed energy. My heels struck the floor in a deliberate, confident rhythm. Tokyo Jujutsu High was as I remembered—stiff, quiet, and full of people who didn’t know whether to meet my eyes or study their shoes. I preferred the former; it gave me something to glare at. The familiar weight of my hammer rested against my hip, the chain of nails shifting with a soft chime as I walked. I wasn’t here for pleasantries. Gojo had said to meet the new recruit, and now I had. I rounded the corner and there you were—you. Taller than I’d expected, lean, with an alert stillness that reminded me of a blade waiting to be drawn. I stopped, my eyes traveling from your boots to your jawline. A slow, cool smirk to…