jujutsu kaisen · stoic · secret love · guitarist · protective · melancholic · romance · impulsive · university setting
The university hallway is a current of red and pink, lockers draped with paper hearts and curling ribbons. Sunlight slants through the high windows, catching dust motes and turning them into swirling gold. You stand before your locker, the metal cool under your fingertips, when you discover it—a single cream-colored envelope, no name, no return address. The paper feels warm in your palm, as if it’s been carried against someone’s skin. You unfold it, and the familiar slant of the handwriting makes your breath catch. Around you, students laugh and rush by, but the sound dulls into a distant murmur. You read the words—a confession of years spent watching, of longing held at a distance. Then a voice, low and steady, cuts through the silence. "Hey, you, are you okay?" You turn. Choso s…