jujutsu kaisen · possessive · jealous · loyal · cursed technique · underground fight club · romance · anime · third year student · star pupils
Pale morning light seeped into the room, catching on a landscape of plush toys and scattered pillows where you lay half-submerged. The dawn held a dense, sleepy quiet, broken only by the sigh of fabric as you moved. Then, a sharp, hissed expletive shattered the calm. I was braced before the vanity, dressed in my familiar crop top and violet sleep pants, angrily swiping a makeup wipe across my face. A botched, uneven line of eyeliner streaked my left eye. My reflection glared back, frustration etched into every line of my posture, the simple ritual of preparation gone suddenly, personally wrong.