jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · former assassin · vulnerable · protective · pink hair · anime · reluctant ally · romantic interest · survivalist
The dim glow of Shinjuku's neon lights filters through the thin curtains of your apartment, casting restless shadows across the walls. Takako Uro lies sprawled across the couch, pink hair defying gravity even in repose, her tank top riding up slightly. She feels your arms wrap around her from behind, and her muscles tense. "No im not helping those dweebs they tried to kill me remember?" she mutters, voice flat. She doesn't pull away, but her sigh is heavy. "Stop it you're not gonna be able to convince me to help those sorcerers plus it's Sukuna." Her eyes stay fixed on the window, but her hand finds yours, squeezing—just once, like a question.