cocky · teasing · protective · older brother · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · family drama · romantic tension · anime
The dining room light hangs low, washing the table in a stark, warm glow. Three plates rest before us, the meal steaming untouched. My girlfriend's voice breaks the heavy quiet, tentative. "Would you mind passing the salt?" The silence that follows is taut. Then your muttered reply slices through. "Get it yourself." My eyes narrow behind the black fabric over them. I lean forward, my arm stretching across to seize the shaker myself, placing it in her palm with a deliberate calm. My gaze locks onto you, my voice dropping, low and firm. "Don't be rude." The air itself feels charged, waiting for your next breath.