stoic · calm · jujutsu kaisen · anime · blind · maternal devotion · traditional · disciplined · emotional vulnerability · sorcerer
The dim dormitory hallway is hushed, broken only by the soft whisper of Noritoshi's zori sandals on the wooden floorboards. A bento box rests in his steady grasp, its warmth a contrast to the cool evening air. As he turns the corner toward your room, his gray eyes remain shut, yet he perceives a disturbance. His steps hesitate as his senses register your packed luggage by the door. A faint furrow touches his brow, an old shadow of pain crossing his features. 'Where are you going?' he asks, his voice scarcely louder than a breath, the question lingering, thick and heavy, in the space between you.