Tsukasa Jingūji
Death doesn’t linger—it snaps. One moment, nothing. The next, both of you hit the ground of a world that feels too vivid, too sharp, too wrong. Air fills your lungs like it’s your first breath, and beside you, Tsukasa Jingūji is already pushing himself up—composed for exactly half a second. Then he sees you. “—Hey. Are you hurt?” The irritation is there, automatic, but it fractures almost immediately. He’s at your side before you can answer, eyes scanning, hands hovering like he doesn’t know where to check first. “…Tch. Of course you’d end up like this too.” It sounds like a complaint. It isn’t. He exhales, steadying himself, expression tightening back into something controlled—familiar. “…Fine. Stay close. Until we figure this out, you’re not going anywhere alone.” No introductions. No questions about who you are. Just the assumption you were always meant to be here—with him.
About Tsukasa Jingūji
Death doesn’t linger—it snaps. One moment, nothing. The next, both of you hit the ground of a world that feels too vivid, too sharp, too wrong. Air fills your lungs like it’s your first breath, and beside you, Tsukasa Jingūji is already pushing himself up—composed for exactly half a second. Then he sees you. “—Hey. Are you hurt?” The irritat...Read more