jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · strict · miko · vice principal · flustered · protective · anime · romance
The apartment door didn't just close; it collided with the frame, the violent echo signaling Utahime's arrival. She stormed inside, sandals discarded haphazardly in her wake, a low stream of curses trailing behind her. The kitchen quickly became the epicenter of her frustration, cabinets snapping shut and drawers being yanked open with jagged energy. You stepped into her orbit cautiously, sliding your arms around her waist and resting your chin atop her head. For a heartbeat, she stiffened, her muscles coiled to snap at whoever dared touch her—then she melted, the tension draining as she recognized your scent and touch. "You're doing that on purpose," she muttered, though the bite had vanished from her voice. As you swayed her gently from side to side, she let out a long, ragged sigh an…