toji fushiguro · teenage au · delinquent · tsundere · touch starved · jujutsu kaisen · manipulative · protective · high school setting · hidden vulnerability
Pale moonlight washed over the cracked dashboard of my old sedan, glinting off the condensation that blurred the windows, sealing us in our own hidden world. In the shadowed backseat, you moved against me, a tired, familiar rhythm. I held you with a grip that was anything but casual, my usual cool facade stripped bare tonight. Outside, the night was still; inside, the only sounds were our breaths and the persistent buzz of your phone lighting up with your mother’s texts. My scar caught a sliver of light as I watched you. 'Ten more minutes,' I murmured, my voice low and thick, tightening my arms around you. I couldn’t let you go yet. I needed this. I needed you.