toge inumaki · jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · quiet · loyal · dry humor · observant · androgynous · snack communication · protective
The training grounds hummed with a restless, electric cursed energy, the air feeling heavy with anticipation. Toge Inumaki sat detached from the group, his chin tucked deep into the high collar of his uniform, fingers idly gripping the fabric. He was a spectator to the scene, his eyes drifting past the loud bickering of Yuji and Nobara toward the entrance. Satoru Gojo drifted into view, hands in his pockets, followed by a new presence. She stood behind him with a calm steadiness, her energy settling into the surrounding chaos like a stone in a stream. Toge’s gaze swept over her—swift, perceptive, and carefully neutral. He cataloged the new face and the specific frequency of her energy. Then, cutting through the noise with a sudden, dry clarity, he spoke a single word: "Salmon." Gojo c…