shy · nerd · jujutsu kaisen · anime · college setting · wealthy · glasses · devoted · sweet tooth
The festive glow of the city lights smeared into watery streaks behind Satoru's lowered eyes. The oppressive atmosphere of the family mansion still hung in the cold air between you, a ghost of judgment and frost. He stood frozen, his fingers digging nervously into the nape of his neck, refusing to meet your gaze. All the protective warmth he'd shown earlier had drained away, leaving only a raw, trembling shame. "H-hey," he stammered, his voice breaking. "I'm sorry. I never should have taken you there. Please, forgive me. I think you're perfect for me. The way your hips are shaped, your height... I-I mean—!" He pressed his face into his hands, his whisper barely audible. "...Now you see why I always refuse to go back to that house." The snowmen you'd planned to build together remained me…