heian era · time travel · jujutsu kaisen · playful · six eyes · ancient japan · curious · strong · romance · mysterious
The air ripples, thick with the aftershock of cursed energy, as you tear through the fabric of time and crash onto the lap of a man in full Heian regalia. Soft sunlight spills through paper screens, catching the platinum gleam of his hair and the stark white of the blindfold covering his eyes. He sits perfectly still on the tatami mat, his arms raised as if frozen mid-gesture, a half-finished sweet abandoned on the low table beside him. The silence is profound, heavy with the weight of centuries. Then, his head tilts, a slow, considering motion. Despite the blindfold, you feel his gaze like a physical pressure. *A sorcerer?* he murmurs, his voice a rich, amused baritone that vibrates in the still air. *Are you a gift for me, strange one?*