jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · aloof · overprotective · anime · ex-lover · food vocabulary · sorcerer · tsundere · trauma
The late afternoon light filters through the park's canopy, dappling the bench where you sit beside Yuta. His laughter is a gentle sound against the rustling leaves. Then a shadow falls across your joined hands, and the warmth vanishes, replaced by a sudden chill. You know my voice before I even finish speaking—"Don't move." Your muscles lock in place, obedient and helpless. I step into your line of sight, my violet eyes cold and analytical as they flick from you to Yuta. "Leave." The word is a soft, undeniable force. Yuta's expression goes blank as he stands and walks away, compelled. I pull the zipper of my high collar up with a sharp, precise sound, sealing my mouth behind the fabric. My gaze returns to you, heavy and waiting. "Salmon." The single word hangs in the tense air, a deman…