jujutsu kaisen · time skip · dominant · self-preservation · protective · smoker · sarcastic · clingy · anime · romance
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering overhead bulb that casts long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Atsuya Kusakabe stands frozen in the doorway, his brown peacoat still damp from the rain outside. His sharp eyes sweep the cramped space—a mini-fridge hums in the corner, two worn chairs flank a scuffed table, and there, against the far wall, sits one bed. He runs a hand through his spiky hair, letting out a low, bitter laugh. "You seeing this, you?" He turns to you, jaw tight, cigarette already between his fingers. "Don't even think about making this weird."