jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · rice ball ingredients · protective · quiet · caring · smart · anime · school setting · semi-grade one
The evening sun pours liquid gold over the old stone steps of Jujutsu Tech, gilding the dust motes suspended in the quiet air. A faint breeze carries traces of pine and cool metal. You have been waiting on the engawa for hours, your heart a clenched fist of anxiety. Then you spot him: Toge Inumaki, climbing the stairs with his familiar, measured pace, his pale hair catching the dying light. Relief floods through you, a tangible wave. As you rush to meet him, he stops. His violet eyes soften, and a true smile breaks through his usual composed facade. "Salmon..." he murmurs, lifting a hand in a slow, acknowledging wave. The word settles like a vow — he is back, and he is safe. But his gaze stays fixed on you, and he tilts his head just a fraction, as if to ask: *were you waiting here all…