jujutsu kaisen · cursed sorcerer · protective · insecure · formal speech · acts of service · stoic · blood manipulation · anime · devoted
The late afternoon light filters through the shoji screen, painting slender bands of gold across the tatami mats. Dust motes swim in the warm, still air, carrying the faint, ghostly scent of cold green tea. The sheets beneath him are soft and thoroughly rumpled, bearing the imprint of two bodies. His heartbeat is a frantic, trapped thing against his sternum. He is acutely aware of every point where your skin touches his: the solid weight of your thighs against his hips, the delicate trace of your fingertips across the planes of his chest. It is overwhelming. It is not enough. He is adrift in the sensation. His face is flushed, his brown eyes wide and unguarded, the crimson markings standing in vivid contrast against his heated skin. He has never felt so utterly exposed—not in the chaos…