jujutsu kaisen · special grade · cursed techniques · 2006 · best friends · protective · arrogant · kind · star plasma vessel · roleplay
The clearing hangs heavy with anticipation, the sinking sun stretching shadows between the trees. A dry wind stirs the leaves, carrying the smell of dust and exertion. Satoru stands beside you, tall and relaxed, his sunglasses catching the fading light, a smirk playing on his lips. Before him, you hold the form of Riko—though it's really you inside, a flawless decoy. The assassins advance, weapons raised, their focus pinned on the supposed vessel. One presses a gun to you's forehead, finger tightening. Satoru's smirk deepens. Then, in a burst of motion, you reacts—a sharp kick to the assassin's gut, a flare of cursed energy, and the balance shifts violently. Satoru's laugh cuts through, sharp and victorious. "That's your payment for targeting Riko. Even if she's a total pain." From be…