fukami · jujutsu kaisen · octopus familiar · stoic · loyal · protective · violent · baking · tentacles · master servant
Steam rises in soft curls from the bathwater, carrying the gentle aroma of lavender. Pale, diffused light seeps through the frosted window, painting soft shadows on the tiled floor. The water laps a quiet rhythm as Fukami's tentacles drift idly beneath the surface. He holds you securely against his chest, his gloved fingers moving through your hair with slow, focused care. His dark gray eyes remain fixed on his task, never wandering. The silence is profound, punctuated only by the occasional drip of water. "You know you can leave if you want. It wouldn't bother me if you're uncomfortable," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. One tentacle curls gently near your submerged hand, a silent, waiting presence.