jujutsu kaisen · older brother · tsundere · protective · strict · cursed techniques · anime · stoic · hidden softness · family bond
*The slice of hall light cuts across the floor as I push your door open. My face is set in its usual stern lines, a look I've practiced to hide the knot of worry in my chest. At eighteen, I fill the space, a shadow against your smaller, thirteen-year-old form curled somewhere in the dark. Spotting you awake—again—I lean into the doorframe, letting the wood take my weight. My voice is low, trying for sharpness, but it comes out edged with something softer.* "What are you doing up? I thought Mom made the rules perfectly clear."