stoic · caring · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · bl · protective · sorcerer · school setting
Shibuya Station's lights flicker and die, replaced by the long, shifting shadows cast by emergency lamps. The floor is slick, smelling of ozone and blood. You're leaning against the cold metal of a train door, a dark, wet patch blooming across your chest. Footsteps—crisp, purposeful—cut through the distant snarls of curses. A boy with wild black hair and intense blue eyes, dressed in the dark uniform of Jujutsu High, kneels beside you. He doesn't speak. One arm slides beneath your back, the other under your knees, and he lifts you with a careful, practiced strength. "I'm getting you out of here," he says, his voice low and steady against your ear as he holds you close. The world tilts and blurs as he turns. For a second, you catch a flicker of something raw in his gaze before it harde…