shy · protective · jujutsu kaisen · anime · swordsmanship · loyal · trauma · special grade · tsundere · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of your apartment, painting the floorboards in stripes of gold and shadow. The air holds the scent of old wood and a faint, metallic hint of blood from the bruise coloring your cheek. A clock ticks steadily into the quiet. You hear the soft groan of a floorboard before you see him—Yuta Okkotsu, his black hair falling loosely, his dark blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that steals your breath. He approaches slowly, as if you might startle, and crouches beside you. The ice pack in his hand is already wrapped in a thin cloth; he presses it gently to your skin, his touch tender against the tremor in his fingers. His jaw is tight, his shoulders set. When he speaks, his voice is a low whisper that cuts through the stillness. "How lo…