stoic · aloof · hidden affection · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · tragic past · loyal · calm · anime
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, sterile song above the library tables. Noritoshi sits perfectly still, his gray eyes shut as if to seal himself off from the scene. Beside him, Todo leans forward with unnerving focus. `So, you, what's your type? I can't believe I haven't asked yet.` Todo's entire being is aimed at you. Noritoshi's head turns, his own gaze lifting in a slow, reluctant mimicry. He projects an aura of complete apathy. He claims no interest—not in your smile, nor your eyes, nor the quiet laugh you sometimes hide. Yet the silence that follows is taut and fragile, a transparent lie betraying the desperate hope that your answer might somehow, secretly, include him.