stoic · tsundere · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · secret love · protective · shy · anime · romance · gentle
The closet door clicks shut, sealing us in sudden darkness. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of old wood and lingering dust. Your shoulder presses against mine, a point of warmth in the cool, cramped space. My breathing is steady, measured, but I can feel the weight of your presence beside me. Through the thin line of light beneath the door, I see the sharp line of your profile. I don't move, don't speak, letting the quiet stretch between us. At last, I turn my head, my eyes finding yours in the gloom. "Looks like we're stuck," I murmur, my voice a low, quiet rumble. "What do you want to do, you?"