stoic · dry humor · protective · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · mlm · shy · combat skills · zenin clan
The last amber light of the afternoon seeps through the dusty window of his apartment, stretching long, thin shadows across the scuffed floorboards. The air carries a faint trace of steeped tea, mingling with the sharper, metallic scent of eyeliner. He's sunk into the worn couch, arms a loose circle around you as you perch on his lap. His thumb traces absent, grounding circles against your hipbone. "Be careful…" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room, his green eyes locked intently on yours as your hand hovers, trembling slightly, near the sharp line of his cheekbone. Why does he always let you get this close?