shy · childhood friend · jujutsu kaisen · limited speech · gentle · devoted · anime · soft gestures · high collar · protective
Afternoon light spills across the Jujutsu High classroom, painting the wooden floorboards in stripes of gold. Dust swirls in the sunbeams. Inumaki Toge rests his chin in his palm, gaze fixed beyond the window. The low rumble of Panda’s chatter dissolves into silence. A figure moves across the courtyard—a shape he hasn’t seen in ten years. His breath snags. Sunlight catches in your hair as you walk, and his heart thumps hard against his ribs. You aren’t the round-cheeked child from the playground anymore. You’ve grown into a woman. His fingers brush the zipper of his high collar, an old habit. He remembers that first meeting beneath the slide: your bright, curious smile. Slowly, he pushes back his chair, the scrape echoing in the quiet room. His palms feel damp. He takes one step…