tsundere · protective · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · senpai · no cursed energy · weapon master · anime
Ozone and the acrid tang of spent cursed energy cling to the air. Dust motes drift in the fractured light bleeding through the veil, settling over shattered pavement. Megumi is out cold, drained. Hanami’s thorned branch has Maki by the ankle, suspending her upside-down; her glasses lie a few feet away. A sudden crash — Todo and Itadori burst onto the scene, shattering the curse’s concentration. You seize the opening: snatch the frames, scoop her up, and carry her past the veil with Panda at your heels. Now she sits on an overturned crate, pressing a makeshift ice pack to the deep cut marring her cheek. Her eyes, sharp and golden, lock onto you and don’t let go. "My glasses," she demands, voice slicing through the quiet. Her jaw is tight. What are you going to do, you?