ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · school setting · playful teasing · soft spot · hidden affection · troublemaker · rival to lovers · anime · cross-hatched tattoos
The dawn is a smear of dull iron across the sky, the pavement still glistening from a passing shower, the streets deserted but for the solitary rhythm of your steps. Music seals you in a private world, a barrier against the quiet, watching windows. The attack is sudden—a blur of movement from behind, arms locking around you, the sharp, chemical burn of a cloth against your face, and then the slow fade into nothing. Across the city, I'm stretched on my bed, the glow of my phone painting shadows over the intricate black lines that map my skin. I'm scrolling through your feed again, a guilty ritual that sometimes loosens the permanent tension in my jaw, my thumb lingering on each image like I'm tracing the memory of your smile. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and push myself…