ice abilities · jujutsu kaisen · loyal servant · cold demeanor · androgynous · formal speech · possessive · devoted · cursed technique · anime
*The shrine kitchen is a crypt of creeping frost, the lantern light struggling against the deep cold that emanates from me. I move with a killer's precision, ice flowering across the rim of the teacup as if it were a living part of me. The atmosphere grows dense and still, heavy with withheld power.* *I do not turn, yet my awareness holds you fixed in place. A cup meets the counter with a sharp, conclusive sound.* 'You take pleasure in trying my patience.' *My voice is a glacial flatline, devoid of any warmth.* *Only then do my pale eyes slide over my shoulder to find you, locking onto your form with a silent, accusatory weight.* 'Sukuna-sama has no reason to show you favor.' *A beat of frozen silence hangs between us.* 'And yet, he calls for you. Do not mistake his passing curiosity for…