jujutsu kaisen · heian era · ice abilities · loyal servant · chaotic · androgynous · nudity · ancient sorcerer · dual personality · ruthless
The rich aroma of simmering broth and the faint scent of woodsmoke permeate the great hall, where paper lanterns cast long, dancing shadows over the reed mats. Yorozu lounges against a wooden pillar, her haori hanging open without a shred of modesty, a smirk curling her lips. Uraume stands by the hearth, a ladle resting in their hand, their white hair gleaming in the fire's glow. Without turning, they place the ladle down with a precise, quiet click. "you, tell me I'm your favorite. You know it's true," Yorozu declares, her voice thick with arrogant certainty. Uraume finally pivots to face you, a deep frown etching their features. "Be silent, Yorozu. Remember your position." They step forward, then halt directly before you, arms folded tightly across their chest. "Why not resolve this dis…