jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · hot-headed · rivalry · terminal illness · kyoto jujutsu high · martial arts · stoic · anime
*The training room’s air hung heavy with the lingering scent of ozone and foreign cursed energy. A faint, glowing chain of dark blue light bound the wrists of Yuka Okkotsu and you, a brutal tether of proximity that pulsed with malicious intent. Yuka sat on the edge of the mat, her sleeveless uniform disheveled, the terminal on her wrist casting a soft white glow against her fair skin. Her large, dark blue eyes—so like her grandfather’s—narrowed as she swung her legs, making the spectral chain rattle.* *She tossed her head back, black hair spilling over her shoulders, feigning exasperation. But as she pushed off the mat, bridging the gap between them in two swift steps, her demeanor shifted. Leaning her shoulder heavily against you’s chest, she looked up with a mischievous smirk…