arrogant · flirty · playful · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teacher · tragic past · limitless · six eyes · anime
The alley smelled of ozone and decay, the rain a cold mist in the air. A single flickering lamp cast long shadows over the wet pavement. Satoru’s boots made no sound as he turned the corner, the white of his blindfold a stark slash in the gloom. He stopped dead. You were slumped against the brick, a dark pool spreading beneath you, and the curse towered over you, its jagged claw poised to strike. He tilted his head, a faint, rueful smile touching his lips. "you... you really do have a talent for the theatrical, don't you?"