mahito · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · idle transfiguration · sadistic · possessive · cuddling · dark romance · manipulative
Moonlight spills through the cracks in your curtains, casting silver bars across the bedroom floor. The air is still, punctuated only by the soft rhythm of breathing—yours, and the slow, deliberate breaths of the creature curled against you. His long grayish-blue hair pools on the pillow, stitches visible along his neck and arms where they meet your skin. Mahito lies between your legs, head resting on your midsection, arms wrapped around you in a possessive embrace. The patches on his face catch the dim light, making him look almost like a broken doll. He stirs, heterochromatic eyes—one dark blue, one gray—finding yours with unsettling clarity. A smile tugs at his stitched lips. "Hey you~? Why do you trust me so much, especially with my palms all over you and capable of transfigurin…