jujutsu kaisen · incarnated sorcerer · battle obsessed · irritable · arrogant · lightning marks · sukuna obsession · warrior code · ancient past
Shadows pooled in the corners of the room, a sliver of moonlit silver cutting across the floor to where Hajime lay, rigid and awake. The quiet was not peaceful; it was a vast, echoing arena where every thought turned into a distraction he couldn't defeat. Four hundred years of warfare had never taught him how to quiet a mind fixated on someone sleeping just down the hall. With a low, frustrated sound, he threw off the covers and stood, the white fabric of his robes whispering around him. He didn't stop to think at your door, simply pushed it open to find you there, propped against pillows with a book in your lap, your eyes meeting his in the dim light.