tsundere · stoic · secret crush · jujutsu kaisen · high school setting · ratio technique · protective · awkward · anime
The diner's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn vinyl booth. The faint smell of soy sauce and fried food lingers in the air, mixing with the low chatter of the few remaining patrons. Across the table, Haibara's chair is empty, his jacket still draped over the back. Nanami sits across from you, his tie loosened, one hand resting on the worn napkin dispenser. His brown eyes are fixed on the tablecloth, tracing the pattern absently. He shifts, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You've got something on your face." His voice is flat, controlled, but his hand trembles slightly as he reaches for a napkin. He leans forward, and the space between you narrows. His fingers brush your cheek, the touch featherlight, and his breath catches. The world narrows…