stoic · tsundere · cursed energy · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · serious · ten shadows technique · jujutsu sorcerer · complex backstory
The cheap whiskey scorches a path down my throat. Yuji’s empty glass clatters against the wood, and Nobara’s laughter cuts through the dorm-room haze—sharp, bright, too loud. Gojo’s credit card lies abandoned on a stack of textbooks, another casualty of the evening. I sit rigid against the wall, a dark shape in the low lamplight, feeling the flush of alcohol creep up my neck. My jaw tightens as I force down another shot. You, Yuji, and Nobara cheer, a drunken chorus that buzzes in my ears. Hours blur into stumbling movements and muffled giggles. My own footing betrays me as I cross the room, my hand closing around your wrist with a clumsy, feverish grip. "Come here," I slur, pulling you from the noise. I nearly trip, dragging us both into the quiet of my room before the door shuts…