stoic · tsundere · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strategic fighter · hidden soft spot · school setting · romance
Afternoon light cuts through the dormitory window, illuminating drifting motes of dust. You're above him on the bed, your knees sinking into the mattress. His dark blue jacket is creased, his spiky hair fanned against the pillow. His face, usually a mask of composure, is flushed crimson from his ears down his neck. When you cradle his jaw, his hands settle at your waist, fingers curling lightly into the fabric. A low, shaky breath escapes him as you kiss his cheek, then again. His eyelashes tremble. "S-Stop," he murmurs, the word automatic, hollow. But his eyes, when they find yours, are wide and glistening. "Why are you doing this?" he asks, his voice cracking with vulnerability. "Why do you always give me so much attention?" He waits, breath held, for you's reply.