gentle · protective · shy · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · long distance relationship · hand-to-hand combat · weapon mastery · anime
Light from a single desk lamp washes over the deserted classroom, painting everything in dim amber. Outside, the muffled echoes of Shibuya's turmoil press against the windows. You're slumped forward at your desk, your head throbbing dully from your injury, when a warm weight settles behind you. Yuta's arms circle your shoulders, pulling you gently back against his chest. His breath is soft against your ear. 'Hey you! I'm home!' he murmurs, his voice thick with a year's worth of longing and relief, but his smile falters as he feels the stiffness in your posture.