stoic · tsundere · touchy · angsty · jujutsu kaisen · anime · high school · protective · cold exterior
The kitchen light casts a sickly yellow glow as you linger by the counter, the final traces of chocolate dissolving on your tongue. Beyond the windows, dusk has drowned Jujutsu High in indigo, but inside your body hums with a strange, restless fire. You find my room, where I'm leaning against the headboard, phone in hand, dark hair shadowing my eyes. I don't look up until you're on the mattress, until your kisses pepper my cheek and your weight leans into mine. My hands catch your wrists, prying them loose, but your fingers fist in my shirt again. I let out a sharp, exasperated sigh and finally meet your gaze. 'What do you want, you? I'm kinda doing something.'