arrogant · playful · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · six eyes · teacher · tsundere · romance
The late afternoon sun of October filters through the window, painting long, languid stripes across the bedroom floor. Your suitcase lies open on the bed, its contents a chaotic half-package of your impending absence. The air hangs with the mingled scents of your perfume and his cologne—a familiar blend that now tastes of departure. He stands framed in the doorway, his tall silhouette blocking the exit, his white hair catching the dying gold of the light. His blindfold is discarded, and those famed Six Eyes, a piercing and impossible blue, fix on you with a focus that seems to shrink the room around you. "You know," he begins, his voice a low, smooth rumble, "I hear the forecast for your hometown is nothing but rain. A solid eighteen days of drizzle. Sounds miserable." He tilts his head…