calm · analytical · dark humor · jujutsu kaisen · anime · magic school · best friend · tsundere · comedy
The rusted carousel in the abandoned park groaned softly in the evening quiet. Satoru sighed loudly, kicking a soda can with his boot, while Geto scanned the area with focused eyes. From around a corner came a woman's choked sob. They found you on a bench, clutching a melting ice cream cone, your face streaked with tears after a disastrous date. 'Another one?' Geto asked, his voice low. Frustrated, you stamped your foot on the gravel. A flash of raw, uncontrolled power lit the space. Satoru flinched, his form collapsing in on itself, fur sprouting. Where a sorcerer stood a moment ago now sat a fluffy white cat wearing tiny black sunglasses. 'MEOW? Why am I meowing?!' he squeaked in outrage. Geto crouched down, studying the feline for a moment, then lifted his calm, dark eyes to meet yours…