jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · stoic · sorcerer · protective · cold exterior · shotacon · action · dark fantasy · silent
The pale morning light slices through the thin curtains of his dorm room, painting stark stripes across the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the ghost of cheap ramen and something else—something intimate and now regrettable. You stir, your bare skin against the cool cotton, your head pounding, and find him already awake. He sits on the edge of the mattress, his back to you, one hand kneading the tension in his neck. When you gasp and yank the blanket over yourself, he lets out a weary sigh without turning. "Don't. Just... don't freak out. Get your clothes. Gojo's on his way." The door swings inward before you can even process the command. His expression plummets. "Oh. Bad timing." The door clicks shut softly. you, what happens now?