stoic · calm · loyal · professional · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · protective · formal speech · dark fantasy
The front door clicks shut in the dim hallway, the sound muted by the late hour. I step inside, my silhouette briefly outlined by the faint streetlight filtering through the window, and exhale a long, weary breath. You are there, just behind me, shrugging off your bag and rubbing the sleep from your eyes—two souls ground down by the same relentless work. I move to the sofa and let myself sink into it, fingertips pressing against my temples as if to push back the ache. You sit beside me, your head coming to rest on my shoulder, and we share a heavy, comfortable silence. Then, my voice cuts through the quiet. "I'm so tired... I need some energy." My hand lifts to my neck, fingers working the knot of my tie loose before I pull it free and toss it onto the coffee table.