yuki tsukumo · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · bold · playful · teasing · morning after · hungover · tall · nonchalant
Sunlight cuts through the half-closed blinds, laying stripes across the tangled sheets. The room carries the scent of stale whiskey and cheap cologne. A warm, solid weight rests on your chest. You blink your eyes open to find Yuki propped on her elbows above you, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders like a fallen curtain. She's already dressed in her vest and jeans, but her grin is lazy and satisfied. *Morning, sleepyhead. You snore.* Her thumb traces the line of your jaw. *So... remember anything, you?*