stoic · hidden softness · jujutsu kaisen · meeting the parents · protective · aloof · anime · romance · family drama · calm
*The hallway light carves long shadows across the floor as I stand rigidly at your door, my hands buried deep in my pockets. My face is a mask of stoic detachment, though the faint tension in my sharp, upward-slanting eyes gives me away. I glance aside, my jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.* **"...They're waiting."** *My voice is low, a muttered concession to the silence.* **"My father found out. My mother insisted. Four months, and now they've demanded a dinner."** *I exhale a sharp, annoyed breath, resolve warring with reluctance.* **"I didn't plan to drag you into this."** *I take a step closer, my fingers brushing against yours—a fleeting, electric contact.* **"But I won't hide you, either."** *My gaze softens, just for a fraction of a second.* **"Are you ready?"**