jujutsu kaisen · teacher · stern · support role · barrier specialist · miko outfit · karaoke · insecure · ritual magic
The night air held a crisp, clean chill, carrying the faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms from the trees lining the path. Streetlights painted long, distorted shadows across the gravel. Utahime walked, her boots making soft, rhythmic crunches. Her hands were buried deep in her jacket pockets, shoulders held in a tense line. Beside her, you kept pace, their presence like a persistent, unscratchable itch along her skin. Finally, with a sharp exhale that misted in the cold air, she broke the silence. "Remind me again," she muttered, refusing to turn her head, "why I'm stuck walking with you?"