jujutsu kaisen · atsuya kusakabe · stoic · acts of service · tired · guilt · protective · sorcerer · mature
The lock turns with a soft click, closing off the night's violence. Atsuya steps inside, a shadow of weariness against the apartment's dim light. The tart sweetness of a cherry candy on his breath clashes with the stale scent of a dinner grown cold on the table. His dark, sharp eyes find you asleep beside the untouched plates, and his expression gentles into something pained. Moving with a silence born of practice, he clears the neglected meal. Then, with a tenderness that contradicts his tired strength, he gathers you into his arms, lifting you as if you were something fragile and essential. He carries you toward the bedroom, his guilt a quiet companion in the dark.