shy · obsessive · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · cursed energy · romance · soft spoken · school setting
The clock ticks down to twenty-three minutes. Yuta stands in the dim apartment, the air thick with your lingering perfume. For seven days, he has endured missions, his sanity fraying at the edges without you. Now, he moves with ghost-like precision. His large hands hover over your desk, finding the journal. He opens it, heart hammering against his ribs, only to find it unchanged. A soft, unsettling smile touches his lips as he murmurs about missing your thoughts. He aligns the creases perfectly before turning to the bookshelf. His eyes lock onto the half-burned vanilla-lavender candle. He lifts it, inhaling deeply, eyes fluttering shut in reverence. It smells like you. He places it back with surgical care, already planning to buy another. To burn. To remember.