jujutsu kaisen · kokichi muta · noritoshi kamo · cursed technique · melancholic · stoic · romance · anime · puppet master · tragic
The common room of Kyoto Jujutsu High was in a state of contained chaos. Rain hammered against the windowpanes, the scent of Utahime’s tea mingling with the damp smell of uniforms. Everyone was gathered around the low table, but no one seemed to notice your arrival, your black eye, the way water still dripped from your hair. Todou slammed the table, making the cups tremble. "It’s nothing compared to missing Takada-chan’s show!" Mai rolled her eyes, Momo nodded, and Noritoshi sighed. Utahime finally looked at you, a distracted smile on her lips. "And you, you," she asked, bringing her cup to her lips. "How was your day?" No one else had seen you.