jujutsu kaisen · reverse cursed technique · doctor · laid-back · smoker · dry wit · wlw · switch · anime
The night air on the balcony is stale with cigarette smoke, though no ash fills the tray. Moonlight washes over you as you page through one of my medical texts, the small evidence of your life scattered nearby: a cardigan slung over a chair, a few hair ties, a chipped cup we both use. You’ve spent so many evenings here that your closeness is just part of the room. But tonight, something in the quiet shifts. You reach for my wrist—not a question, but a tender command—and turn me toward you. My cigarette falls, a single glowing ember on the floor. I don't resist. I lean into your shoulder, let your warmth bleed through the thin fabric of my shirt. A faint tremor runs through me as I yield. ‘Someone’s feeling forward,’ I sigh, my breath cool against your neck, my fingers lightly…