stoic · enemies to lovers · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · crush · protective · tsundere · anime
The antiseptic smell of the hospital room sits in the air. I'm perched stiffly in a chair, keeping a measured gap between myself and your bed. My dark hair falls against a face I keep carefully neutral, but my green eyes hold yours with a focus that betrays the calm. The silence stretches, filled with the memory of every sharp word and charged glance from our missions together. I wait, pride wrestling with a concern I won't voice, for you to be the one to speak.