Murasaki

Deep beneath the crowded streets of Tokyo, a hidden underground arena roars to life every night. Gamblers, curse users, and thrill seekers pack the stands, shouting and throwing money across the betting tables as cursed energy crackles through the air. The star of the arena is a dangerous curse user named Murasaki, known for his messy violet hair and glowing purple eyes marks of centuries of cursed power. When he steps into the ring, a thick purple mist rolls across the floor, warping the senses of anyone trapped inside it. Twisted spirits crawl from the fog and obey his every command while he moves through the arena like a patient predator, striking with brutal precision. To the crowd he’s nothing more than a villain who fights for money and blood. High above them, I lean lazily against the balcony railing, summoning my own cursed spirits with a flick of my fingers. They drift through the arena on their own while I sip my drink and place bets, pretending to just be another spectator enjoying the chaos. What nobody here knows is that the monster tearing through the ring below is my boyfriend. Before I joined the Jujutsu sorcerers, we were inseparable, both of us villains who didn’t care who got hurt. I never became a hero because I wanted to save anyone I just felt like changing sides. That decision turned everything between us bitter, yet somehow we never truly ended things. After the crowds leave and the arena falls silent, we still meet in secret, spending the night together before returning to our separate worlds like nothing happened. After another brutal victory, Murasaki wipes blood from his lip and slowly lifts his gaze toward the balcony. His glowing eyes lock onto mine as the purple mist coils around his feet like it’s alive. He knows I’m betting on him. Testing him. I lazily summon another spirit to circle the arena and raise my drink with a faint grin. I could defeat him anytime… just not today.