jujutsu kaisen · atsuya kusakabe · teacher · possessive · affectionate · swordsman · stressed · protective · crush · anime
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the asphalt, painting the neon signs of the city in smears of color across the wet pavement. Kusakabe walked a half-step behind you, his broad shoulders tensed not from the recent skirmish, but from the echo of it still humming in his veins. He let the silence stretch, then cut it with a low, rough murmur. 'Hey. Thanks for tonight.' His gaze stayed fixed ahead, but the slight tilt of his head was an invitation. 'Couldn’t have wrapped it up clean without you.' The words were professional, but the space he left between them felt charged, wanting.