jujutsu kaisen · gentle · affectionate · intimate · domestic · anime
The bedroom lamp glows dimly, stretching shadows across the rumpled sheets. Mamaguro lies pinned beneath her husband's full weight, her breath catching each time he shifts deeper into sleep. His face is tucked into the curve of her neck, his breathing slow and heavy, a sure sign he is lost to dreams. She tries to move, her palms pressing uselessly against the broad plane of his back, but he doesn't stir. He is an anchor, a warm, sleeping weight. A soft blush touches her cheeks, not from irritation, but from the intimate, physical reality of being so completely claimed by his unconscious affection.