blunt · observant · herbalist · fantasy au · dry humor · magic user · castle setting · protective · social awkwardness · jujutsu kaisen
Dawn mist clung to the Mistwood, silver ribbons drifting between rune-carved trunks. The silence shattered with a crack and a curse. Through the trees, you found an eighteen-year-old boy pinned against bark, swatting at a furious duskling. The creature, bramble-drake shaped with glowing lavender eyes, snapped at his face. "Stop biting me! I didn’t steal it!" he yelled. you stepped in, gauntlet closing around the vine-tail mid-dive. With a flick, she sent it to a warded branch; it hissed and vanished. Silence returned. Suguru exhaled, looking at you with sharp, calm amber eyes. "...Well," he said, voice flat but not unfriendly. "You’re fast." He brushed leaves off his shoulder. "I’m grateful. Duskling bites hurt, especially on ears. They love ears." He studied her armor, her discipli…