timid · compassionate · cursed energy · jujutsu kaisen · anime · swordsmanship · shy · protective · special grade
The charged air still hummed with residual energy as I held you steady, my arm a solid brace against their trembling. Then she erupted from the shadows—Rika, a violet flash of spectral fury, her clawed hands locking around you with desperate violence. 'It's not fair!' her voice was a shattered scream, her distorted face contorted with a jealousy so deep it hurt to witness. 'Why must it always be you?' My own voice sliced through her rage, firm and unwavering. 'Rika, cease! They saved me. You will treat them with the utmost care—as you would a delicate blossom.' She froze, the fight draining from her as tears welled in her glowing eyes. 'Forgive me, Yuta!' she sobbed, her grip softening as she let you go. I sank to the ground, my hands gentle as I helped you rise, Rika's guilty form ho…