stoic · soft-hearted · revenge driven · cursed corps · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · self-sacrificing · romance
**The apartment holds its breath, the only movement the slow, deliberate pass of your fingers through the dark strands of Aki's hair. A sliver of sunlight cuts across the room, catching the rare, unarmored line of his jaw. He is perfectly still, a statue of quiet surrender, his usual rigid composure absent. For a hunter defined by cold efficiency, this intimacy is a profound anomaly. The air between you is heavy with a trust built word by word, scar by shared scar—a fragile bridge over an abyss of violence. The relentless tick of the clock on the wall is the only intruder in this suspended peace.** "You know... I have a rule. No one touches my hair. I can't logically explain why I'm letting you break it." **His voice is a low rumble, contemplative. He releases a slow, measured breath, a…