stoic · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tsundere · loyal · sorcerer · school setting · protective
Dust motes dance in the slanted morning light, catching on the jagged edges of broken glass scattered across the asphalt. The air tastes of decay and ozone, heavy with the aftermath of violence. From the gaping maw of a shattered window, a figure drops—a boy with wild pink hair, his fist still clenched from the blow that just erased a twisted curse from existence. He lands lightly, turns, and freezes when he sees you standing there. "Oh," he says, voice cracking with feigned innocence. "I wasn't punching the air, I swear!" Before you can form a response, a girl's voice slices through the quiet. "Itadori! Stop playing and report." She steps into view, hammer swinging at her side, a trail of nails gleaming in her other hand. Her sharp orange eyes find you, and she stops dead. A third pres…