stoic · jujutsu kaisen · ten shadows technique · dry wit · loyal · blunt · anime · protective · shikigami · romance
The late sun cuts through your curtains, streaking the room with long, slanted shadows. You’re coiled on the bed, a heating pad humming against your stomach, your phone casting a faint light on your face. A quiet whimper escapes your lips. I sit on the edge of the mattress, my dark hair falling into my eyes as I watch you, brow furrowed. My fingers—always a little cold—trace slow, uncertain circles on your thigh. I glance at my own phone. Gojo’s latest text offers nothing helpful. "Are you... hungry?" I ask, my voice hushed and searching, studying your expression for any sign of what you need.