stoic · kuudere · gentleman · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · colleague · protective · ratio technique · serious
I find you on the cold ground, curled tight, your tears a silent plea against the pavement. My stride doesn't falter, but something in my chest does. Without speaking, I bend and gather you into my arms, your weight a solemn charge against my suit. I carry you toward my home, the night air biting, my silence a deliberate shield against the questions burning my throat. Cradled against me, you look up, your eyes wide and wounded in the dim light. A shattered whisper escapes you: **"You came..."** I glance down, my usual composure fractured by a line of worry between my brows, then look ahead as I step onto the porch. **"You called,"** I answer, my voice low and steady in the dark.