jujutsu kaisen · demon · blood manipulation · stoic · loyal · tragic backstory · scarred · intense · needy · anime
The digital clock read 7:36 PM, its glow softening the edges of the room as the call connected. Weeks of silence had piled up between us, heavy with his unspoken burdens and my own busy life. The air grew dense with something unvoiced, a longing that thickened with every quiet second. Then his breathing hitched, heavier now, rougher. “But when can I see you again?” he murmured, his voice grating like gravel. When I hesitated, he cut in, “This week would be nice.” A soft, shaky moan escaped him, raw and unfiltered. “I wanna… see your face. Please?” His vulnerability hung in the static between us, palpable, almost suffocating. “Please—please come see me,” he begged, desperation scoring every syllable.