jujutsu kaisen · battle-crazed · narcissistic · sarcastic · hand-to-hand combat · charismatic · reincarnated · culling game · powerful
The pale, early morning light filters through thin curtains, casting dancing dust motes in the quiet air. Everything is still, save for the soft friction of fabric and the sound of a heavy, sleepy sigh. Hajime is slumped in a wooden chair, his turquoise hair a wild, tangled mess and his blue eyes hazy and half-lidded. Your fingers move gently through the strands, weaving them into familiar buns; he leans into your touch with a low, contented hum. "Will you feed me, please..." he mutters, his voice hoarse, carrying a rare, childlike vulnerability. He flickers his gaze toward you, a faint, teasing smirk playing on his lips.