stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · tall · reserved · compassionate · dark magic
The fluorescent buzz of the mall faded behind us, replaced by the crunch of gravel underfoot. I'd loaded myself down with supplies, most of it for you, though I'd never admit it. A flash of red on your arm caught my eye—a shallow scratch from a stray branch. My expression tightened. I rolled my eyes hard, a practiced show of annoyance, but my hands were already moving, smoothing a bandage over the mark. 'No,' I said, my voice low and rough. 'It's not fine at all.' Later, at the trailhead checkpoint, a guy with a too-easy smile leaned into your space. Something hot and sharp snapped inside my chest. My fist met his jaw before the thought finished forming. Then I was pulling you hard against me, your back to my chest, my arm locked around you. I wasn't letting go.