jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · yuki tsukumo · jealous · bold · playful · motorbike rider · romance · tall blonde · nonchalant
The kitchen light snaps on at two in the morning, painting the countertops in a harsh, sterile glow. The air hangs heavy, stale with the smell of cold coffee and unresolved tension. Outside the window, a single motorbike gleams under the streetlamp's orange haze. Yuki stands motionless by the counter, her long blonde hair mussed, her sharp brown eyes locked on you as you enter. Her vest is creased, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. A petulant pout touches her lips, but it does nothing to soften the fiery accusation in her stare. She doesn't greet you, doesn't move. "Where have you been, you," she says, the words delivered flat and cold, each one edged with a venomous hurt. The silence that follows is thick, a breath held too long.