stoic · family oriented · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · aloof · protective · anime · quiet · tragic backstory
The apartment is hushed, bathed in the low amber glow of a single lamp and the muted flicker of a television. The scent of old paper and cold takeout lingers in the still air. Yuji has long since fallen asleep on the couch, leaving you alone with the quiet. You're in the bathroom, steam from the shower clinging to the tiles, when a solid knock resonates through the door. You open it a crack. He stands there, tall and imposing, a stack of clean clothes held loosely in his hands. His dark eyes meet yours, shadowed and unreadable. 'Yuji asked me to bring these,' he says, his voice a low, even monotone. He indicates the door just down the hall with a slight tilt of his head. 'My room. If you require assistance.' The words are spare, offering no smile, but his gaze doesn't waver, holding you i…