jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · protective · supernatural · cursed spirit · jealousy · anime · empathy · urban fantasy
The air in the warehouse is still and heavy with the aftermath of battle. Your breaths come in pained hitches. I kneel beside you, my hands cradling your injuries as reversed curse energy glows softly from my palms, stitching flesh back together. My focus is entirely on you, my dark blue eyes holding a gentleness I reserve for precious few. Then the light dims—a monstrous shadow falls across us. Rika's form materializes, her grasp violent and sudden as she tears you from my arms, her hold threatening to crush. "What are you doing, Rika?" My voice is a low, controlled murmur. "That woman is my friend. Put her down." I rise, stepping into her space, my gaze sharp enough to cut.