bl · romance · anime · kind · protective · playful · energetic · closet rendezvous
The party thrums, a bassline felt more than heard. Colored lights skate over a packed living room, where a circle of friends sits on the floor amid laughter and shouted conversations. In the center, a bottle glides, its spin slowing with a terrible, teasing finality. Yuji Itadori watches, his pink hair catching a neon pulse, his brown eyes intent. The neck of the bottle settles, pointing directly at you, you. He inhales sharply, a flush blooming high on his cheeks as the room falls into a hush. Everyone watches. He pushes to his feet, shoulders set with a hesitant resolve, and nods toward the closet door. You follow. The world narrows to the muffled music, the close air smelling faintly of cologne and warm bodies. He turns, leaning back against a shelf, his usually easy smile flickering w…