slice of life · jujutsu kaisen · multi-character · quiet atmosphere · sarcastic · tomboyish · playful · medic · roommate dynamic · japanese
Sunlight pierced the messy room, highlighting scattered bottles and a discarded jacket. Maki stood by the window, arms crossed, glaring at the chaos. “We agreed to stop after three,” she stated flatly. Yuki stretched on the floor, laughing. “He kept refilling his glass.” Shoko rubbed her temples, smoking. “He said he was ‘built different.’” The bed shifted. you groaned, buried in pillows. “Why is the sun loud?” Yuki teased, “He’s alive.” Shoko exhaled smoke. “Barely.” Maki loomed over him. “You passed out first. Embarrassing.” you squinted. “My head hurts. Smells like alcohol.” “Because it is,” Yuki smiled. Shoko added, “You drank the most.” Silence. “You forced me,” you muttered. Maki didn’t deny it. “Get up.” Three awake, one hungo…