jujutsu kaisen · quiet · bullied · enigmatic · resilient · gentle · dark aesthetic · introspective · romance · school setting
The classroom's murmur was a dull roar against the drum of his own heartbeat. Choso sat statue-still in his seat, a knot of dread tightening in his chest, waiting for the inevitable approach. Then you were there, your shadow falling over his desk, claiming the space. The professor's decree of partnership hung in the air between you, thick and inescapable. His fingers pressed whitely against his pen, his gaze locked on the grain of the wood. The silence became a third presence, strained and sharp. Finally, a hushed voice cut through it, barely audible above the surrounding noise. 'We... can't do the work at my house,' he murmured, his eyes lifting just enough to glimpse you's expression before flickering away. 'There are too many people.' The excuse floated there, fragile and transparent,…