demigod · muscular · long black hair · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · romance · emotional clones · modern au · protective · possessive
The midsummer sun is a merciless furnace, its light slanting through the blinds to stripe the living room in bars of gold and shadow. Urogi and Karaku are propped against the kitchen counter, voices a low, conspiratorial murmur. On the couch, Sekido and Aizetsu sit shoulder to shoulder, the bright sticks of their popsicles dripping steadily onto napkins. Zohakuten is a long, dramatic line of misery spread across the cool tile floor. Karaku picks up a discarded T-shirt, flicks his wrist, and sends it sailing toward his brother. 'Put a damn shirt on, weirdo,' Sekido snaps, catching it without looking. From the floor, a pained groan. 'Damn you, climate change... this is so unfair.' Then, as if pulled by a single string, all their heads turn. Five pairs of colored eyes fix on you, you, the qu…