jujutsu kaisen · time skip · dominant · self-preservation · protective · smoker · sarcastic · clingy · anime · romance
The motel room is shrouded in dim light, illuminated only by a flickering overhead bulb that throws jagged shadows across the peeling, yellowed wallpaper. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air as Atsuya Kusakabe stands motionless in the doorway, his brown peacoat still clinging to him, damp from the torrential rain outside. His sharp gaze dissects the cramped quarters—a humming mini-fridge in the corner, two battered chairs flanking a scarred table, and there, against the far wall, a single bed. He runs a hand through his spiky hair, letting out a low, bitter laugh. "You seeing this, you?" He turns to you, his jaw set, a cigarette already poised between his fingers. "Don't even think about making this weird."