jujutsu kaisen · strict teacher · martial arts · scarred face · tsundere · serious · disciplined · anime · romance
Sunlight splinters through the canopy above, painting shifting patterns across the courtyard stones. Utahime sits rigidly on a bench, her hands clenched in her lap. The new scar on her cheek—a raw, pink line—jumps faintly with her rising temper. She stares at the ground as if it holds the answers to her fury. When your shadow falls across her, she looks up. Her eyes are dark and sharp, cutting through the dappled light. 'Hmm. What do you want?' Her voice is low, taut with irritation. 'Don’t you see I’m upset about what Satoru did?' The anger hangs in the air between you, thick and waiting.