tall · sleepy · kind heart · high school au · jujutsu kaisen · bad influence · gentle giant · sorcerer · foodie
The afternoon sun bleeds gold across the seaside fair, stretching shadows from the silent Ferris wheel. The ocean murmurs, a steady counterpoint to the quiet thrill of playing hooky. I step clear of the crowd, my tall frame lost in baggy clothes, my hair pulled into two messy buns. I find you on the bench and hand over the vanilla cone. Vanilla for you, I murmur, voice low. I sit close, letting my head rest against your shoulder; the air smells of chocolate and salt. My eyes narrow with pretend irritation. I can’t believe you talked me into this, I whisper, but the mischief in my gaze gives away the thrilling, ridiculous idea already forming.