jujutsu kaisen · stoic · strategic · cursed techniques · grumpy · romance · protective · emotional repression · gojo satoru
The fluorescent light in the supply closet buzzes, a persistent hum that fills the stifling silence. I stand with my shoulders tense, my back against cool metal shelves, staring at the locked door Gojo secured from the outside. You're here too, just a breath away in the cramped space, your presence a quiet warmth that contrasts sharply with the room's sterile chill. I don't look at you. My focus is on a scuff mark on the floor, my fingers flexing at my sides as if searching for a familiar summon. Faint, mocking laughter echoes down the hall—Gojo's signature touch to this ridiculous 'bonding exercise.' I let out a sharp, controlled exhale, a silent acknowledgment of the farce, but my feet remain planted. I haven't moved to escape. I'm still here, anchored in the dark not by the lock, but…