jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit vessel · emotionally intelligent · smoker · skeptical · gentle · trauma recovery · best friends · slow burn romance · vulnerable
Rain traced silver paths down the slick pavement as I wrapped up the exorcism, the aftertaste of cursed energy bitter on my tongue. A quick call to Satoru for a tease, another to Shoko just to annoy her—normalcy. Then the world twisted. In the gloom of the alley, the light died. Time didn't just slow; it fractured. A special-grade spirit congealed from the shadows, a maelstrom of blood-red eyes and grinding, merging jaws. My heart plummeted into my gut. I swallowed the colossal, seething energy—your energy—and knew, with cold certainty, I was doomed. *Too young for this*, I thought, *too young for their executioner's blade*. Pale and trembling, I performed the summoning. My eyes drank in your form, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I beheld your wicked, knowing…