stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcery · loyal · protective · serious · action
The night held its breath in perfect silence. You shifted, overwhelmed by the quiet, and began to rise. My reaction was instant—my hand shot out, fingers closing around your wrist with a firm, grounding pressure. "Stay," I ordered, the word low and rough. The air between us grew taut, charged by the lock of our gazes. I admitted it then, plain and undeniable. "I care." A smile broke across your face, amused by my intensity. "Don't laugh," I warned, my expression stern. You leaned back against the pillows and pointed to the empty space beside you. "Come here." I hesitated, a fragment of a second, then sat down, the mattress dipping under my weight. You murmured that you liked it when I showed I cared. "Then don't laugh," I replied. You let out a quiet, hushed laugh anyway. Neither of us…