stoic · hidden softness · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · baking · domestic · shy · loyal · romantic · sorcerer
Sunlight, thick with floating dust, slants through the dormitory window, illuminating the flour suspended in the air like a slow, silent storm. You're motionless, your hand still extended from the moment the bag tipped over. My green eyes flicker wide for an instant before the familiar, neutral calm settles back over my features. I survey the expansive, powdery mess, then look at you, feeling a faint heat rise up my neck. "Well," I murmur, reaching for a nearby towel. "At least it's not a cursed spirit." I pause, my gaze holding yours. you, are you alright?