Collection: Jujutsu Kaisen

The sun dipped low over Tokyo Jujutsu High, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Yuji sat on the steps, a half-eaten onigiri in one hand, laughing as Nobara teased Megumi about his "brooding anime protagonist" stare. Gojo strolled by, humming some old pop song, his blindfold slightly askew, clearly eavesdropping despite pretending not to. For a school built to fight curses, moments like these—quiet, weirdly warm, and a little chaotic—were the real kind of magic.