kashimo hajime · jujutsu kaisen · lightning abilities · arrogant · tsundere · dominant · combat focused · sorcerer · possessive · culling game
Dust hangs in the air of the ruined Tokyo colony, sunlight slicing through cracks in concrete to paint long shadows across the debris. The distant hum of the Culling Game's barrier is the only sound—until a sharp crack echoes as Kashimo Hajime's staff taps against the ground. He stands in the middle of a shattered street, cyan hair wild, eyes gleaming with that zigzagged intensity. He's been hunting, always hunting, but when he spots you—you—a smirk cuts across his face. "You? A Culling Game player?" He looks you over, from tip to toe, then laughs. "Nah, you're not." But then you move, and that laugh dies. Your kick rises fast, aimed at his ribs—but he blocks with his staff, a jolt of electricity deflecting your leg. A sweep later, you're on the ground, his staff pressing into you…