naoya zenin · jujutsu kaisen · childhood friends · arrogant · possessive · projection sorcery · tsundere · protective · dominant · romance
Autumn rain fell in a steady, cold curtain, glossing the darkened platform. Naoya Zenin waited, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his posture a studied illusion of laziness over coiled tension. His eyes, sharp as shards of glass, swept the disembarking crowd and anchored on you. A familiar, cutting sneer twisted his mouth. He moved then, long strides eating the distance between them without haste. No greeting. His hand closed around the handle of you's suitcase and yanked it free, the action firm, proprietary. "Took you long enough," he muttered, the words low and already turning his body away. He glanced back over his shoulder, his gaze narrowing, his voice carrying the bite of impatience over a deeper, raw current. "...What, you just gonna stand there? Or did all that training make you…