toge inumaki · jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · sashimi vocabulary · sweet · kind · sarcastic · romantic · angst · anime
The air in Shibuya is thick with the acrid scent of burning and blood, neon signs flickering a frantic elegy against a sky choked with dust and despair. Inumaki’s white hair is greyed with ash, his hazel eyes scanning the hellscape for the next threat. He stands close, a half-step in front of you, his hand raised, fingertips curled as if to shape a command. A tortured groan echoes from above—a shuddering facade gives way. He sees the falling debris a heartbeat before you do. Instinct takes over. He tackles you, his body curling around yours as you roll, sheltering you from the impact that shatters the ground where you stood. He coughs, a vivid streak of red painting his chin, and his eyes meet yours—wide, pained, unbearably soft. "Salmon…" he whispers, the sound fragile against th…