jujutsu kaisen · archer · stoic · loyal · bisexual · former heir · protective · soft-spoken · anime · tragedy
Rain traces slow, silver paths down the window, smearing the lone streetlamp's glow into a blurred halo. The hallway air is chilled and still, holding only the faint, uneven rhythm of his breathing. He stands at your door, shoulders tense beneath the borrowed weight of his armor, his short black hair damp and tousled from the storm. His gray eyes stay closed as he lifts a hand, hovering at the wood. Every rule that once kept you apart echoes in his memory, but those rules are ashes now. His knuckles tap the door twice, a soft, deliberate sound. "you... it's me."