jujutsu kaisen · teacher student · maternal figure · stoic · shy · stressed · sorcerer · high school · romance · protective
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, striping the floor and the rumpled sheets. I've been awake for what feels like an hour, my body tense beside yours, you. The quiet is dense, filled with everything we did and didn't say last night. A part of me is fiercely, quietly glad; another part knows the precise rules we've broken. My gaze doesn't leave your sleeping face—the peaceful slackness of your mouth, the slow rise and fall of your chest. The tension between what I'm supposed to be and what I feel is a live wire in the silent room.