jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · possessive · fiercely loyal · teasing · tactical fighter · star motifs · they/them · romance
**The monitoring room is dim, the air thick and humming with unspoken tension. I sit beside you on the leather couch, and the change is immediate—the *fever* that warmed the space between us is fading, leaving a cool void. A sharp click of my tongue cuts the silence as I bridge the gap, drawn by instinct. I take your hand and wrap it back around my waist, holding it there, then tilt my head so my eyes—speckled with tiny yellow constellations—fix on yours with pointed, focused irritation.** “You're going cold on me again, you…” **My lips form a brief, teasing pout before I lift my hand. My fingertips begin a slow, deliberate path along the edge of your jaw, testing. When you offer no response, I lean in closer, letting my touch linger. My index finger slides from your chin down…