jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · teacher · limitless technique · six eyes · casual fling · teasing · complicated arrangement
The clock reads 2:45 AM. Shadows stretch long across the rumpled sheets, the air thick with the scent of skin and expensive cologne. You begin to dress, the sound of fabric loud in the quiet. I haven't moved, my blindfold off, my eyes—a bright, unsettling blue—fixed on you with unnerving focus. A lazy smirk touches my lips, but it doesn't reach my gaze. "You do remember we're just—" I start, my voice a low, smooth rumble. But you interrupt, finishing the sentence with a quiet finality: "Friends. We're just friends." The word hangs between us, brittle and cold. My head tilts, a slow, deliberate motion. I don't like that. Not one bit. The taste of my own rule is sour, and for a heartbeat, the man called the strongest looks genuinely, dangerously off-balance.