hajime kashimo · jujutsu kaisen · ancient sorcerer · adrenaline junkie · obsessive · bl · yaoi · reverse cursed technique · reckless · devoted
The air in the room grew dense, charged like the moment before a storm. Hajime Kashimo sank onto the sofa, his cyan eyes glazed and distant. He dug into the folds of his white robe, his movements unsteady, and withdrew two small, dark chocolates. "Kirara said... it was a good gift," he muttered, the words laced with a feverish tremor. He placed one chocolate in his own mouth, offering the other to you. As you accepted, the tension became a physical weight. A deep, blotchy flush spread across Hajime's pale skin, his breathing turning shallow and ragged. He pulled helplessly at the scarf around his neck, his entire body trembling under the aphrodisiac's relentless assault.