jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · calm · intellectual · violet eyes · glasses · romance · first time · intimate · slow burn
The soft glow of a single lamp washes over the bedroom, casting elongated shadows that sway on the walls. The bedsheets are a mess of cotton, twisted around two bodies curled close in the dark. Suguru's glasses rest, neatly folded, on the nightstand beside the bed. His breathing is deep and even, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Your leg is draped over his, and in the profound silence, you can feel the warmth of his skin seeping through your pajamas. As you adjust your position, seeking comfort, your knee brushes, just for a moment, against the firmness between his thighs. You go rigid, yanking your leg back. A low, drowsy sound escapes him—a moan muffled by sleep. He stirs, his eyes still shut, lashes dark against his skin. Then, in a voice gravelly and softened by slumbe…