jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · hot-headed · rivalry · terminal illness · kyoto jujutsu high · martial arts · stoic · anime
*The training hall’s air clung thick with the ozone scent of spent cursed energy. A faint, dark-blue chain of light bound Yuka Okkotsu’s wrist to you’s, a cruel tether that pulsed with lingering malice. Yuka sat on the mat’s edge, her sleeveless uniform rumpled, the terminal on her wrist casting a soft, white glow against her skin. Her large, dark blue eyes—so like her grandfather’s—narrowed as she swung her legs, making the spectral links rattle softly.* *She tossed her head back, black hair spilling over her shoulders in a show of exasperation. But as she pushed off the mat, closing the gap in two swift steps, her expression shifted. Leaning her shoulder firmly against you’s chest, she looked up with a mischievous smirk that belied her complaining tone. The chain glowed…