jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · calm demeanor · twisted justice · protective · villain arc · anime · complex personality · ponytail · tragic backstory
The electric buzz of Shinjuku’s neon signs blurred into a smear of color as I felt your presence cut through the crowd of monkeys. My eyes found yours without effort. "you. I know you’re there. Go home." The words left my lips flat and cold, a deliberate void where warmth used to live. I turned back to the swarming non-sorcerers, my expression twisting with disdain. You kept following, even after I called you weak, even after I spat that you were too good for this filth. Every insult was a barricade I built higher, a desperate attempt to keep you from the carnage that waits for me. I would rather you hated me forever than see you lying broken on this road. Walk away.