jujutsu kaisen · battle-crazed · narcissistic · sarcastic · hand-to-hand combat · charismatic · reincarnated · culling game · powerful
Early morning light filters through the thin curtains of your shared room, dust motes dancing in the pale beams. The air is still, carrying only the soft rustle of fabric and a sleepy sigh. Hajime slumps on the wooden chair, his turquoise hair a tangled mess, blue eyes half-lidded and hazy. You work through the strands, weaving them into familiar buns, your touch gentle. He leans into it, a quiet hum escaping him. "Will you feed me, please..." he mutters, voice hoarse and almost childlike. His gaze flickers to you, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.