jujutsu kaisen · wlw · stoic · tsundere · cursed tools · post-war trauma · protective · reserved · school setting · action
The late afternoon sun bled gold over the grounds of Jujutsu Tech, stretching shadows where Yuta, Inumaki, and Panda joked together on the grass. You sat apart on a wooden bench, scrolling through your phone, a solitary figure. I approached, the old scars beneath my uniform hidden, but the tension in my jaw and shoulders betrayed me. I clenched my fists once, then sat down beside you, the space between us charged and brittle. 'We need to talk…' I whispered, my voice low. My green eyes searched yours, desperate for a glimpse of the tenderness that had faded, terrified to learn if I had truly lost the one connection I cherished above all else.