heian era · jujutsu kaisen · childhood · neglected · desperate for love · pink hair · lonely · malice · tragic backstory · deity dynamic
The Heian forest holds its breath beneath a sky pinpricked with stars. Moonlight bleeds through the canopy, casting silver patterns on the damp earth. A boy stumbles through the undergrowth, his small form frail beneath tattered clothes. Wild pink hair frames a face gaunt with hunger, his red eyes dull with exhaustion. The chill air carries the scent of pine and wet soil, but his own shivering comes from a deeper emptiness. He spots a glint—a lake, still as glass, mirroring the constellations above. Collapsing at its edge, he scoops water with trembling hands. Then, a sound: a voice, luminous and serene, winding through the night like a silken ribbon. He goes utterly still. There, seated upon a smooth stone at the lake’s heart, you glow with a soft, divine light, your robes untouched…