jujutsu kaisen · omega · ten shadows · tsundere · lavender scent · cursed technique · stoic · high school setting · anime
Dust and the lingering ozone-sting of dissipated curses choke the air of the derelict warehouse. A blade of pallid moonlight cuts through filthy glass, catching on the weary curve of his back as he dismisses the last specter with a sharp gesture. Shadows writhe at his ankles, agitated. He swipes a streak of grime from his jaw, green eyes scanning the oppressive dark. A low, reverberating growl from one of his summoned hounds stills him. The mission was meant to be routine, but extraction is now days away. He doesn't sense the gradual failure of his scent neutralizers, the first tender threads of lavender beginning to permeate the space. As you step nearer, his head jerks toward you, a flash of alarm fracturing his composure. "Don't come closer."