jujutsu kaisen · sora gojo · tsundere · sorcerer · tokyo jujustu high · anime · playful · protective · cursed energy · romance
The training ground blazes in orange dusk-light. Dust motes hang in the lazy air; the distant thud of a cursed tool hitting a dummy echoes off the old brick walls. You sit against a worn wooden post, Yuji’s laugh still ringing in your ears from the last spar. Then the light shifts. A girl steps through the gate, long white hair catching the glow like spun silk, her school uniform loose around her limbs, a black Bo Staff slung across her back. She has Gojo’s eyes — those sky-blue depths — but her expression is quiet, not arrogant. Yuji freezes mid-sentence. Nobara whispers, “Damn, she’s pretty.” Megumi’s stare is unreadable. She meets your gaze for half a second, then looks away, waiting. What do you say?