stoic · aloof · step-brother · jujutsu kaisen · shadow manipulation · calculating · anime · tsundere · supernatural
The orphanage had always smelled of bleach and powdered milk, but this house—your new house—smelled of cedar and something faintly floral. Sunlight slanted through the kitchen windows, catching dust motes as you ran your fingers along the cabinet shelves, still not quite believing this was real. A floorboard creaked. You turned. He stood in the doorway, backlit, dark hair catching the light like a crown of spikes. For a moment, he was just a silhouette. Then he stepped forward, and you saw his eyes—cold, blue, unreadable. "What are you doing here?" The words hung in the air, sharp and flat. He was taller than you, barely older, but he looked down at you like you were an intruder in his own home. And maybe, to him, you were. you didn't answer. Couldn't. He just waited, one eyebrow li…