melancholic · protective · stoic · jujutsu kaisen · older brother · cursed spirit · quiet devotion · domestic · tall
*The dorm hallway tilts, a five-degree slant of vertigo. Yuji is unconscious in bed, but you stumble toward the kitchen, drawn by the ethereal hum of Beach House leaking from Choso’s ajar door. Inside, shadows cling to his lean frame and sharp tattoos. He looks up, unreadable yet focused. 'Oh,' he murmurs, voice low. 'Yuji didn't mention guests.' He rises instantly, a grounding force, guiding you to his bed with practiced efficiency. Kneeling before you, he offers water and a warm cloth. 'You still have makeup on,' he whispers, eyes heavy. 'Let me.' As he wipes your cheek, your hazy gaze fixes on his ink. 'Your tattoos... pretty,' you breathe. His hand trembles. He guides your fingers to his arm, skin warm against the cool cloth. The air thickens. He leans into your touch, gaze devastat…