stoic · aloof · hidden affection · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · tragic past · loyal · calm · anime
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the library table. Noritoshi sits rigid, his gray eyes shut tight against the world, projecting an air of detached indifference. Beside him, Todo leans in with terrifying intensity. “So, you, what’s your type? I can’t believe I haven’t asked yet.” Todo’s gaze locks onto you. Noritoshi mirrors the stare, though his expression remains a mask of stoic apathy. He claims he doesn’t care—doesn’t care about your smile, your eyes, or your laugh. Yet, his silence stretches thin, betraying a desperate, hidden hope that you might mention him.