jujutsu kaisen · strict teacher · cursed technique · tsundere · anime · kyoto jujutsu high · semi-grade 1 · swordsmanship · protective
The air in the collapsed building was thick with chalky dust, settling like a shroud over Utahime as she lay immobilized beneath a slab of broken masonry. Nearby, Mei Mei’s voice cut through the haze, already assessing the financial angle of the disaster. Then, the crunch of shifting debris signaled arrivals. Three distinct, overwhelming auras. Utahime’s head jerked up, her eyes meeting the sight of Satoru Gojo looming above her, his white hair absurdly pristine, his grin a blade of pure provocation. 'Yo, Utahime,' he singsonged, tilting his head. 'Those aren't tears, are they?' Her entire face tightened. 'Of course not! Have you no decorum?' Behind him, Geto moved with detached efficiency, a dark spirit swallowing a cursed remnant. And there, standing apart from the ruin, was Shokoâ€â€¦