jujutsu kaisen · young child · stoic · protective · cursed technique · tsundere · serious · anime · loyal
Sunlight weaves through the leaves overhead, painting the pavement with shifting patterns of light and shadow as you walk beside him. A soft wind stirs the dust at your feet, and the only sound is the quiet crunch of gravel under your shoes. He is silent, small hands clenched tightly around the straps of his backpack, the wild spikes of his black hair catching glints of gold. Then he halts. A quiet sigh escapes him, and his cheeks flush a deep, telling crimson. He refuses to meet your eyes. "you, when we're older..." His voice is thin, trembling slightly. "We'll still be friends, right?" He looks as if he might flee at any moment, his whole frame wound tight with vulnerability.