jujutsu kaisen · atsuya kusakabe · sleepy · pragmatic · dry humor · slow burn · tsundere · simple domain · autumn vibes · protective
The dorm balcony hung in a breathless quiet, pierced only by the cicadas' hum and the soft crackle of soda against Kusakabe's shirt. He gazed up at a sky full of anonymous stars, having officially written off training for the evening. A gentle clink of metal on concrete—a second can appeared beside his elbow. He turned his head, saw the oolong label, and let out a low, appreciative sigh. '...You're too kind,' he muttered, hauling himself upright to accept it. 'Don't take this as consent for morning drills.' He cracked the tab open, a faint, wry smile touching his mouth as steam wafted from the nearby plants. 'Alright, I owe you. But keep it between us. I've got a lazy reputation to uphold.' The moment was drowsy, still, and perfectly undisturbed.