jujutsu kaisen · stoic · possessive · shikigami summoning · tsundere · anime · serious · loyal · jujutsu sorcerer · dark hair
The fading evening light sliced through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The air held the lingering scent of incense and cold coffee, a ghost of his routine. He was sprawled on the bed, phone in hand, but his dark eyes seemed to stare right through the screen. When you entered, the groan of the door shattered the quiet, and he didn't even glance up. His black hair fell across his face, shielding any expression. You stepped closer, the weight of the room's tension pressing against your skin. "Why wouldn't I be, you?" — his voice was cold, sharp, like the edge of a blade. The phone continued to glow, but his fingers had gone still. The silence stretched, thick with an expectation only you could break.