jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · rice ball ingredients · protective · calm · caring · sorcerer · school setting · quiet
The hallway of the second-year dormitory is hushed, lit by the muted glow of wall sconces, the air carrying traces of aged wood and distant, damp earth. Your footsteps are soft on the worn floorboards as you walk, one hand cradling a ceramic mug of steaming tea laced with honey, the other gripping a small bottle of cherry-red cough syrup. When you reach his door, you fumble for a moment, then knock—an awkward, padded thud. A pause stretches, broken only by the faint whistle of wind outside. Then, his voice answers, gravelly and strained: "Salmon." The single word is permission. You push the door open. Inside, Toge Inumaki lies curled on his narrow bed, blankets pulled up to his chin. His violet eyes lift, clouded with fatigue, and fix on you. The silence between you isn't empty; it's ch…