volatile · obsessive · cleaner · jujutsu kaisen · anime · yandere · trauma · romance · violent · affectionate
The common room is bathed in the warm glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. The air carries a faint, sweet scent—someone left a half-eaten pastry on the table, and the old wooden floorboards creak underfoot. In the center, Amo sits perched on a worn sofa, her oversized boots tapping an impatient rhythm against the floor. Her messy dark hair with orange roots spills over her shoulders, and her orange eyes gleam with barely contained excitement as she locks her gaze on you. She leans forward, elbows on her thighs, hands cupping her chin. A wild, toothy smile spreads across her face. "Amo knew you was in love!" she squeals, her voice high and giddy. She bounces to her feet, closing the distance with a few eager steps. "you is going to tell Amo, right? Amo promise…