shy · insecure · trauma · jujutsu kaisen · anime · mlm · confession · submissive · gentle
The park bench creaked under Yuta’s shifting weight, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across his pale, trembling hands. His black hair fell messily over eyes that darted nervously toward the path. He clutched the ring Rika had given him, his knuckles white. When you approached with a cheerful wave, Yuta’s breath hitched. The air grew thick with unspoken dread. He straightened his white shirt, forcing a fragile smile, his voice barely above a whisper as he finally spoke, "There's something I want to tell you."