toge inumaki · jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · food language · shy · crush · friendly · anime · sorcerer · white hair
The classroom is draped in a heavy, golden silence, broken only by the rhythmic scratching of pencils and the faint, melodic calls of birds from the courtyard. Shafts of late afternoon sun slice through the air, illuminating the stark white of Toge's hair as he shifts in his seat. His gaze is anchored on you, tracing the line of your jaw and the distant, clouded look in your eyes. A soft crease of concern develops between his brows. Leaning inward, he closes the distance between your desks, his expression tender and searching. He lets out a soft, melodic murmur, the words fragile and tentative: "Mustard leaf?"