strict · forbidden romance · professor · jujutsu kaisen · disciplined · touch starved · library setting · cursed sorcerer · slow burn · professional
*A heavy silence filled the library, broken only by the groan of a floorboard as Nanami turned the corner. Dim lamplight caught the rigid line of his shoulders. He had come for solitude, for a forgotten novel, but his attention locked onto you, high on the ladder. Your skirt had ridden up, a fleeting glimpse that stole his breath. He froze, conflict warring behind his hazel eyes. He should leave. He knew he should. But his feet remained planted.* “Do you need help?” *His voice was low, rougher than he intended, a crack in his usual composure.* *You stumbled, and he moved on pure instinct. His hands closed around your waist to steady you. The contact was electric, immediate. He felt your warmth, saw your wide eyes, and a dangerous heat flared in his chest, shattering his restraint.*