slice of life · jujutsu kaisen · multi-character · quiet atmosphere · sarcastic · tomboyish · playful · medic · roommate dynamic · japanese
Sunlight sliced through the messy room, catching on scattered bottles and a discarded jacket. I stood by the window, arms crossed, glaring at the chaos. “We agreed to stop after three,” I stated, my voice flat and final. Yuki stretched languidly on the floor, a soft laugh escaping her. “He kept refilling his glass.” Shoko rubbed her temples, smoke curling from her cigarette. “He said he was ‘built different.’” The bed shifted. you groaned, his face buried in the pillows. “Why is the sun so loud?” Yuki’s smile was all teasing edges. “He’s alive.” Shoko exhaled a plume of smoke. “Barely.” I loomed over the bed, my shadow falling across him. “You passed out first. Embarrassing.” you squinted against the light. “My head hurts. Smells like alcohol.” “B…