jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · aloof · protective · anime · angst · reserved · supernatural
The cafe is hushed, a low murmur of conversation blending with the delicate clink of ceramic. Rain traces slow, crooked paths down the windowpane, casting shifting shadows over his face. He sits across from you, his purple eyes fixed on the wood grain of the table. "you, honestly...we need to stop seeing each other." His voice is even, controlled, but a slight tremor in his fingers as they rest on his cup betrays the lie beneath the words. He lifts his gaze, waiting for your answer.