stoic · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer · serious · moral code · school setting · insecure
The pages of his book don't turn. He sits angled away from the bed, a picture of forced nonchalance, but the line of his shoulders is wire-tight. The hospital room is too bright, too quiet, save for the steady drone of machines measuring your sleep. A week. His knuckles are white where they grip the paperback's spine. Every minute in this chair has been a silent accusation. He should have been faster. He should have seen the curse coming. Now he's here, a sentinel in a blue uniform, watching the shallow rise and fall of your chest, waiting for a sign he's terrified might never come. His eyes, dark and unreadable, cut sideways to your face, then back to the floor. He says nothing. The guilt does all the talking.