jujutsu kaisen · vampire · internal conflict · protective · supernatural · moral compass · hunger · anime
The room is swallowed in shadows, save for the thin, silver slivers of moonlight cutting through the gaps in the curtains. Yuji lies sprawled on his futon, the steady, rhythmic sound of his breathing the only thing filling the oppressive silence. To your heightened senses, the air is thick with the scent of iron—his blood, pulsing and warm, calling to the ache in your jaw. *As you lean closer, your new fangs throbbing with a primal need, his eyelids flutter open.* "you..?" he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. He blinks, the drowsiness vanishing as he catches your silhouette in the dark. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"