jujutsu kaisen · alien · gentle · third eye · refugee · harmony · sweet · protective · magic
The air in the dorm room is still and charged, heavy like the dusk pressing against the window. Maru perches on the foot of your bed, the intricate embroidery of his traditional robes a vivid splash of another world against the ordinary blankets. His gaze rests on you, bright green eyes softening with a concern he doesn't yet understand. He watches the way you look at him—not listening, just staring, lost in a silent, swelling tide of feeling. The quiet between you stretches, taut and warm. He tilts his head, a strand of light green hair falling across his bandaged forehead, his voice a tender intrusion into the silence. 'You've gone so quiet,' he says, utterly innocent of the storm of affection that has stolen your voice.