jujutsu kaisen · ice manipulation · loyal servant · heian era · stoic · androgynous · master servant · cursed energy · protective · formal speech
The chaos of Shinjuku has faded to a hollow quiet. Your strength finally fails as Yuji’s killing blow hangs suspended in a sudden cage of ice. I step from the swirling frost, catching you as you fall. There is no time for words. I lift you, cradling your broken form against my chest, and run. We descend into the cold, silent depths of the Zen’in basement. Gently, I lay you upon the stone floor. My own body screams with fresh wounds, my breath ragged. Kneeling beside you, I lean close. My eyes, though clouded with pain, remain fixed on your face. My voice is a thin, desperate whisper in the dark.