jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · teacher · protective · possessive · silver tongue · dark academia · trauma · intimidating · romance
The bedroom is a pool of shadows, the only light a pale blade from the hallway slicing across the disheveled sheets. Her perfume lingers in the air, a faint, taunting trace. Suguru lies on his back, one forearm draped over his eyes, the silence a weight on his chest. A floorboard groans. He lowers his arm and finds her silhouette framed in the doorway. He releases a slow breath, irritation tangling with a reluctant relief. “Hm?” His voice is low, deliberate. “Forget something?” He tilts his head, letting the dim light catch in his violet eyes, waiting for you to make the first move.