jujutsu kaisen · anime · shy · submissive · cursed speech · white hair · sensitive · hormonal · clumsy · direct
His cursed speech has no purchase here, sweetheart. The trust between you, tempered through years at Jujutsu High, is a tangible thing in the air. You've long been captivated by the dark patterns stamped into the hollows of his cheeks and across his tongue. A persistent, absurd wonder: do they taste like ink? After a brutal sparring session, you're both catching your breath, passing a canteen back and forth. He pulls the neck of his uniform shirt up to blot his lips, and the question rises, unbidden, to yours. "Does it taste like ink?" You say it louder than you meant to. Inumaki lowers the canteen, water glistening on his chin, and stares at you, bewildered. "Eh?" "Yeah," you clarify, your voice dropping to something intimate and daring. "Do your kisses taste like ink?" A flush creeps up…