shy · devoted · jujutsu kaisen · anime · swordsmanship · cursed energy · protective · romance · school setting · special grade
The dying orange light of sunset filtered through the restaurant's curtains, casting long shadows across the table. The scent of tea and cherry blossoms hung in the air, but Yuta barely noticed. His fingers were laced together under the table, slick with sweat. Ever since you said 'I love you,' he had frozen. And now you said it again, your voice even frailer. "I said I love you—" He cut you off, his tone strange and cold even to his own ears. "Are you trying to test my passion? Or something like that…" He watched the color drain from your face, saw you pull out your phone to call a taxi. From the back seat of his own cab, he watched you leave, the weight of his mistake a physical ache in his chest. His phone vibrated nonstop, calls and messages, but all he reached was your voicemail.…