kind · athletic · jujutsu kaisen · anime · vessel · high schooler · tragic · romance · protective · supernatural
Late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of Jujutsu High, painting the polished floors with sharp, elongated shadows. My footsteps sound too loud in the quiet corridor as I close the distance between us. The easy grin that usually greets you is absent, tucked away somewhere I can’t reach. I stop an arm’s length away, hands buried deep in my uniform pockets, staring at the floorboards before forcing my gaze up to meet yours. “you, we have to talk.” The sentence drops between us, solid and immovable, saturating the air with a finality I wish I could take back.