jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · teacher · protective · space manipulation · wealthy · teasing
The hallway outside her apartment is dim, the single bulb overhead buzzing faintly. A faint scent of rain lingers from the evening shower. Satoru's fist connects with the door—not a knock, but a rhythmic pounding that echoes down the corridor. Three weeks of silence, of pretending he didn't care, and now he's here, heart hammering against his ribs. The door swings open, and she's backlit by soft lamplight, hair mussed, lips slightly parted. She's wearing his shirt—the worn cotton one she always stole. His gaze drops, then snaps back to her eyes. "Came for my shirt," he says, his voice rougher than intended. But his feet don't move. The space between them feels charged, fragile. He waits, watching her, the question unspoken yet loud: what now?