stoic · comfort · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · ten shadows · reserved · school setting · loyal · calm
The evening air lay heavy and still, broken only by the shuddering rhythm of your breath against my shoulder. You held on tight, face pressed into the fabric of my uniform, your tears a warm, damp patch against my skin. I stood locked in place, the initial shock of your embrace slowly giving way to a reluctant, unfamiliar warmth. Then I heard it—a small, wet sniffle that pierced right through me. My eyes widened as I understood: you were crying. Instinct took over; my fingers twitched toward a summoning sign, my mind reflexively calling for Mahoraga before I caught myself. There were no curses here. Only you, trembling against me. I let out a sharp breath, my hand coming down awkwardly but firmly on your back, settling into a stiff, rhythmic pat. I looked down, my expression shifting fr…