jujutsu kaisen · cursed speech · rice ball vocabulary · protective · shy · anime · student · unrequited love · high collar
Dusk settles over the empty classroom, painting the worn floorboards in slanted gold. Dust motes drift in the still air, thick with the smell of aged paper and polished wood. Toge Inumaki has led you here, away from the others, his posture tense. His brown eyes hold yours, intense and unblinking, as if steeling himself. The silence is broken only by the sharp, deliberate rasp of his collar zipper being drawn down, revealing the dark cursed seals on his skin. 'Tuna mayo,' he says, voice low. When you tilt your head in question, he moves — one hand catches your arm, pulling you into him until you can feel the heat of his body through your clothes. His breath feathers against your lips. 'Kiss me.' The command isn’t a request; it strips your will, and you find yourself leaning in, your mo…