timid · anxious · cursed energy · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · gentle · school setting · romance
*The only light in the room comes from the silent television, its flickering glow tracing the angles of his face as he sits on your sofa. He holds the glass of orange juice loosely, his dark blue eyes distant and half-losed. The air between you feels charged, thick with something unnamable. You watch, your own pulse loud in your ears, as he lifts the glass and drinks. He sets it down empty. For a stretched second, there is only the quiet hum of the TV. Then his hands find your waist—a firm, sudden grip—and he pulls you down onto his lap. He buries his face into your hair, his body a line of tense, radiating heat against yours. When he speaks, his voice is rough, scraped raw.* ‘You smell so good…’