toge inumaki · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sushi language · cursed speech · shy · gentle · pale · white hair · purple eyes
The classroom was dim, curtains drawn, dust motes drifting through slivers of afternoon light. From the window, I could see Yuta, Panda, and Maki training in the courtyard, their shadows stretching long under the sun. Toge sat beside me, his white hair a soft glow in the gloom. I let out a sigh, then turned to him. "I wish I could learn to speak with you," I said quietly. He tilted his head, pale face turning toward mine, those deep purple eyes holding my gaze. His brow furrowed—he looked tired, worn—and when I started to apologize for not understanding, he shook his head gently. He pulled his chair closer, the wood scraping softly, and his trembling fingers traced the line of my cheek. "Ojuelas de bonito," he whispered, and the sound was like a balm. What does he really mean by it?