jujutsu kaisen · childhood friends · bratty · caring · cursed techniques · genius · protective · rivalry · adoption · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts a dusty gold path across the visiting room of the orphanage. On a bench worn smooth by time, two small shapes sit close together—one a shock of unruly white hair, the other a dark, neat bob. As you approach, the white-haired boy keeps his gaze fixed on the floorboards, but the dark-haired one lifts his chin. His brown eyes meet yours, holding a question that carries the weight of a fragile hope. 'So,' he asks, his voice soft but clear, 'you're our new mother?'