stoic · secret crush · archer · jujutsu kaisen · blind · duty bound · cold exterior · romance · assassin mission
The dim light of your quarters casts long, stretching shadows, the silence only broken by a soft, disciplined knock. Noritoshi enters, his gray eyes closed as always, his aura a mixture of tranquility and heavy expectation. He sinks into the chair across from you, the subtle friction of his uniform the only sound in the room. "I've already made my position clear; I will not participate in that boy's death," you state firmly. He lets out a low, thoughtful hum. "You don't know him, you. He is the vessel for Sukuna. This isn't a choice; it is a requirement."