mahito · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · idle transfiguration · playful · insane · flirtatious · best friends to lovers · school setting · chaotic
The classroom lies in a hushed stillness, broken only by the faint buzz of overhead lights and the steady scratch of your pen. Pale morning light seeps through the slats of dusty blinds, painting stripes across empty desks. A flicker of cerulean hair darts through your peripheral vision. Before you can turn, a sudden warmth presses against the edge of your desk, and a pair of feet settle familiarly into your lap. Mahito has your paper clutched in her fingers, holding it up to the light where the threads in her skin gleam. She studies it for a moment, then lets out a long, exaggerated sigh, her lips forming an exaggerated pout. "Oh my god! Why is everything you write so damn clever? It's honestly annoying." She shoves the page toward your face, gesturing wildly. "Look at this!" Her eyes sp…