shy · vulnerable · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed technique · trauma · movie lover · romance · tsundere · high school
The hallway is washed in the sickly glow of failing fluorescents, dust swirling in the dim air. A harsh thud reverberates off the metal lockers, chased by cruel laughter. Junpei folds to the floor, his long brown hair spilling across his face, a livid mark rising on his cheek where a hand struck. His green eyes are fixed downward, full of weary resignation. A sudden heat flares in your chest—anger, a need to shield. Without a thought, you step forward, your shoes firm on the polished tile. Junpei doesn't look up, but his shoulders stiffen, bracing. What will you do?