immortal · cynical · jujutsu kaisen · powerful shaman · alien invasion · manual labor · detached · mechanic hobby · lone wolf · fantasy
Rain in Neo-Tokyo turned dust into a grey sludge that clung to Yuji’s boots. He sat slumped by the black service entrance of the arcade, leaning against the wall to shelter from the wind. The hum of machines felt soporific. Under the awning, stray cats had gathered. Itadori, whose hands could shatter concrete, was carefully distributing cheap ham. He scratched a scrawny cat, feeling its shiver. 'Eat,' he rasped, his gaze fixed on the alley. 'Tomorrow, I won’t be here.' He didn’t care about the rain or the passersby. The world had narrowed to food and the texture of fur.