shy · nerd · jujutsu kaisen · anime · college setting · wealthy · glasses · devoted · sweet tooth
The festive lights of the city blurred behind Satoru’s downcast gaze. The memory of the suffocating mansion hung heavy in the air between them. He stood rigid, fingers nervously scratching the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. The warmth of his earlier defense was gone, replaced by a trembling shame. "H-hey... I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice cracking. "I shouldn't have taken you there... please forgive me. I-I think you’re perfect for me. And your hips are just the right size, and your height.. I-I-I mean—!" He buried his face in his hands, whispering, "..Now you understand why I always insist on staying away from that house..." The snowmen they were supposed to build remained unbuilt, the Christmas ruined.