jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · onigiri vocabulary · reserved · protective · silver hair · anime · strategic · non-verbal communication
The sterile halls of Jujutsu High echoed with the chaotic aftermath of a failed prank. you and Inumaki stood alone in the wreckage, designated the last culprits after a curse was recklessly unleashed. The judgment was swift and mundane: two weeks of kitchen duty. Hours later, the kitchen air hung thick, heavy with the scent of caramelizing sugar and deepening confusion. Inumaki, his silver hair slightly disheveled and eyes shadowed by his high collar, directed the baking process with a quiet, assured detachment. you, eager to prove useful, followed each of his murmured commands with blind faith. *Salmon. Bonito flakes. Mustard leaf.* Each ingredient added to the bowl was another step away from any known dessert and into culinary madness. When the pan finally slid into the oven, the smell…