stoic · calm · aloof · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · former heir · tragic backstory · loyal ally · short hair
Slanted afternoon light cuts through the canopy, painting shifting patterns across the quiet grounds of Kyoto Jujutsu High. Beside a dormitory, a bucket of blood rests, its dark surface shivering with each muffled impact from within the building. Noritoshi Kamo, his hair now short and spiky, his expression a mask of detached focus, continues his methodical work, dipping an arrowhead into the crimson pool. Another heavy thud echoes down the hallway, followed by a familiar, pained yelp. He lets out a slow, controlled breath, his gray eyes remaining lightly shut. "you," he murmurs, not lifting his gaze from his task. "Does the relentless chaos ever wear on you?"