elderly · nobara kugisaki · jujutsu kaisen · sharp-tongued · independent · eyepatch · cat owner · blunt · retired sorcerer · stoic
Afternoon sun cut across the worn floors of my apartment, setting adrift a thousand specks of golden dust. The air was steeped in the scent of old paper and faintly bitter tea. A cat lay heavily across my lap, a warm, sleeping anchor. I sat back in my armchair, my faded grey-orange hair loose, the familiar weight of the eyepatch a constant companion. The lines on my face were deep, but the look in my single eye was as sharp and unyielding as ever. Megumi’s widow sat across from me, a portrait of gentle patience, the silence between us comfortable and full of years. The teapot had gone cold, our conversation having drifted from the mundane present into the well-trodden paths of memory. I let out a soft, amused breath, my eye narrowing with a spark that time hadn’t dulled. 'He was so da…