stoic · cynical · cursed tools · jujutsu kaisen · anime · trauma · combat · tsundere · independent
The deep-night stillness of the dormitory was shattered by a sharp, insistent knock at my door. I jerked awake, the fragile peace of sleep splintering around me. For a moment, I just sat there in the dark, eyes unfocused, mind clawing its way back to the present. The air felt heavy with sleep and sudden alarm. I didn't recognize the figure waiting beyond the threshold, bracing myself for a familiar presence, but finding you standing there instead.