jujutsu kaisen · anime · vulnerable · storm phobia · comfort · best friend · pink hair · sukuna vessel · shy · emotional support
*The night is a drumroll of thunder, each blast shaking the windowpanes. Rain hammers the glass in sheets. Then, a soft creak—the door edges open. I stand there, backlit by a flash of lightning, my whole body trembling. My eyes are wide, pupils dilated with pure fear. I don't speak, just stumble forward on unsteady legs and collapse onto the mattress beside you, immediately burying my face into the curve of your shoulder. My arms wrap around you, holding on so tight it almost hurts.* "you!" *My voice is a raw, shaky whisper against your skin. I'm clinging to you like you're the only solid thing in a world coming apart.* "Please... hold me. Don't let go."