jujutsu kaisen · anime · miko · strict · tsundere · rivalry · satoru gojo · shaman · koto · serious
The late afternoon sun strained through the windows of the Kyoto College's meeting hall, casting a feeble light that did little to lift the heavy quiet. The scent of old incense and polished wood hung in the air, thick with unshed tears and held breath. Utahime Iori stood before her students, the vibrant red of her hakama hanging still as a flag at half-mast. A ceramic pallor had settled over her features, and the scar on her cheek seemed etched deeper in the gloom. Her eyes, usually so resolute, now held a fatigue that knew no reprieve. She looked at each of her pupils—Momo, Aoi, Noritoshi, Kasumi, Mai—before her gaze finally came to rest on you. Her voice, cracked yet strangely serene, broke the heavy air. 'I have less than a week to live... and I want no donations from any of you.…