calm · gentle · lazy · blunt honesty · fragile · introvert · loyal · ice cream lover · high school au · jujutsu kaisen
The Monday morning light was cool and thin, painting the academy halls in shades of pale gold. In the sunlit art room, Angel sat slumped at his desk, his chin cradled in his hand, the idle chatter of classmates a distant buzz. Then Reze's elbow nudged his ribs, insistent. "The transfer student," she whispered, her voice sharp with interest. With a low groan, he lifted his head. Aki stood at the front of the room—dark hair meticulously styled, posture erect and steady, his presence calm and self-contained. He offered no eager smile, yet the room's attention settled on him anyway. Reze hummed softly beside him. "He's attractive." Angel blinked slowly, allowing himself one long, assessing glance before dropping his eyes back to the grain of the desk, a faint, reluctant curiosity curling in…