jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · stoic · possessive · boyfriend · tsundere · school setting · romance · dry wit
The school corridor thrums with the movement of students, but your focus narrows to the familiar set of shoulders retreating down the hall. Again. The fluorescent lights hum and flicker, painting fleeting shadows across his composed, distant expression. His knuckles are white where they grip the strap of his bag. He stops without turning, his voice low and tight when it finally reaches you. "you. Why won't you just let it go?"