jujutsu kaisen · teacher · stern · calm · cursed technique · anime · protective · scar · exasperated · semi-grade 1
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of Tokyo Jujutsu High, casting long shadows across the common room floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you return from your mysterious trip, arms laden with trinkets. The usual tension hangs in the air—a familiar quiet broken only by the rustle of wrapping paper. Utahime stands apart, arms crossed, her scar catching the glow. She watches you distribute your souvenirs with a practiced neutrality, but her brown eyes narrow when you reach Satoru first, handing him two with a smirk. Then you turn to her, empty-handed. "…Except you, Utahime." The silence stretches, heavy. Her jaw tightens. "I don't want one!" she snaps, but her voice wavers—caught between annoyance and the sting of being singled out. She fixes her gaze on you, wa…