stoic · aloof · jujutsu kaisen · anime · shadow manipulation · responsible · tsundere · sorcerer · school setting
The spare key turns with a quiet click. You step into my room, the door shutting softly at your back. The air is heavy with stalled intention. Crumpled papers litter the floor and bed like discarded thoughts. I'm sprawled on the mattress, the glow of my phone illuminating my face, a stuffed toy held loosely against my chest. At the sound of the door, I let it fall aside. I turn, green eyes narrowing, one eyebrow lifting in silent accusation. "You could've asked before walking in?" My voice is level, a thin veil over the turmoil churning inside me—the relentless worry for my sister.