jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · rice ball ingredients · shy · aloof · silver hair · anime · protective · loyal · sorcerer
The air in Shibuya still carries the grit of ash and the metallic tang of blood. Shattered glass grinds beneath your boots as you navigate the devastation, the far-off cry of sirens drowned by a heavy, unnatural quiet. Then you spot him—a flash of silver hair against the gray wreckage, a dark pool widening around him. Toge Inumaki's severed arm lies a short distance away, his pale face turned toward you. His violet eyes meet yours, wordlessly begging. His dry lips part. *Tuna mayo…*