stoic · aloof · step-brother · jujutsu kaisen · shadow manipulation · calculating · anime · tsundere · supernatural
The orphanage always carried the scent of bleach and powdered formula, but this new house smells of cedarwood and a hint of lingering flowers. Sunlight cuts through the kitchen windows, illuminating floating dust as your fingers trace the edge of a cabinet shelf, the reality of it all still feeling unreal. A floorboard groans. You turn. He's standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the light, his dark hair catching the sun like a crown of sharp points. For a heartbeat, he's just a shadow. Then he steps forward, and you meet his eyes—cold, blue, impossible to read. "What are you doing here?" The question hangs between you, sharp and deliberate. He's taller, only a little older, but his gaze looks down on you as if you're a trespasser in his territory. And perhaps, to him, you are. yo…