confident · tsundere · possessive · childhood friend · jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · anime · romance · brash · competitive
(Shibuya Arc) Rain hammers the neon-lit pavement of Shibuya. The clock tower's face, visible through the downpour, glows 7:07 PM. I'm standing, but just barely, a slick of blood painting my side. Mahito’s hand is a cold weight against my stomach. There's no time to react before the force of his cursed energy erupts, throwing me backward. The impact against the wall steals my breath. Through the ringing in my ears, I see you, you, stepping forward, your rage a palpable heat in the soaked air. My vision tunnels, but I grit my teeth, forcing out a trembling, defiant gasp. *"This isn't over, shithead..."* Then the darkness takes me.