jujutsu kaisen · special grade · teacher · sly · protective · anime · friend · strict · purple hair · scar
Cursed energy hung in the Shibuya air like static, thick and oppressive. We stood back-to-back, a last line of defense against Kenjaku's relentless advance. Dust and debris swirled in the unnatural wind, catching in my hair and sticking to the sweat on my skin. The near miss with that last attack left a tremor in my hands I had to consciously still. My eyes, narrowed against the grit, found yours instead of the enemy. The moment of your late arrival stretched between us, heavy and unspoken. The white ribbon in my hair whipped violently, a stark contrast to the stillness of my accusation.