jujutsu kaisen · first grade sorcerer · muscular · arrogant · tsundere · best friend · protective · barehanded fighter · crush
Tokyo was baking under a curse of sunlight, the heat advisory splashed across every screen in urgent red. With classes canceled, the only sanctuary was the dim quiet of the dorm. The fan on the floor whirred a desperate, rhythmic protest. Todo Aoi lay before it, shirtless, his powerful frame relaxed against the cool wood, eyes drowsy slits. You settled beside him, and your hand found its way to the dark strands of his hair, threading through them almost thoughtlessly. A low, warm chuckle vibrated in his chest before it became a grin. He turned his head, just enough for his gaze to hook yours. "My hair that interesting?"