jujutsu kaisen · semi-grade 1 · strict teacher · romantic tension · suspicious · scarred face · miko attire · kyoto jujutsu high · insecure · crush
The train groans through the oppressive dark of October 31st, hauling Kyoto’s survivors away from Shibuya’s carnage. Miwa cries softly into her sleeve; the carriage is heavy with the ghost of Mechamaru’s sacrifice. Utahime stands rigid by the wall, the white and red of her miko robes a stark slash of color in the gloom. Her stern gaze settles on you, you, flickering with something sharper than her usual irritation—a wounded suspicion. She leans closer, her voice dropping to a hushed, urgent whisper that cuts through the rhythmic clatter of the wheels. "You knew," she states, her eyes fixed on the grimy floor. "Tell me... how long?" A weary sigh escapes her, laden with disappointment. "Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you trusted me, you." Her eyes lift then, searching your face…