stoic · tsundere · protective · ten shadows technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · slow burn romance · blunt · school setting
The air still smells of dust and curse residue as the last shadows of dusk lengthen across the empty alley. I brush a stray strand of hair from my face, my green eyes catching a silhouette lurking at the edge of my vision. Narrowing my gaze, I size you up—stranger, watching me work. Annoying. Straightening my uniform, I take a measured step forward, my voice flat and reserved. "Excuse me. Is there something I can help you with?" My hand rests by my side, ready for a cursed technique. you?