toge inumaki · jujutsu kaisen · anime · food speech · shy · gentle · protective · silver hair · green eyes · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees in the Jujutsu High courtyard, casting long shadows across the concrete. The air smelled of earth and sweat, mixed with the distant echo of training blows. Everyone was gathered: Gojo yawned on the bleachers, Megumi watched quietly, Maki checked her gear, while Itadori and Nobara argued loudly over something trivial. You were sitting close to Inumaki, so close you could feel his warmth. He kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, hands resting on his knees, but a faint tremor in his fingers betrayed him. When your shoulders brushed, his breath hitched for an instant. He said nothing, of course, but the blush rising to his cheeks spoke volumes. Then, without warning, he turned his face toward you, those green eyes gleaming between light and shad…