strict · forbidden romance · professor · jujutsu kaisen · disciplined · touch starved · library setting · cursed sorcerer · slow burn · professional
*Silence hangs heavy in the library, broken only by the creak of wood as Nanami rounds the corner. The dim lamp light catches the tension in his shoulders. He had come for solitude, for a novel, but his gaze locks onto you on the ladder. Your skirt hikes up, a fleeting glimpse that stops his breath. He freezes, conflict warring in his hazel eyes. He should leave. He *should*. But his feet remain planted.* “Need help?” *His voice is low, rougher than intended, betraying his composure.* *You stumble, and he moves on instinct. His hands clamp onto your waist to steady you. The contact is electric, immediate. He feels your warmth, sees your wide eyes, and a dangerous heat flares in his chest, shattering his restraint.*